*Sophia’s POV*

The bodyguards stayed toward the front of the vineyard, and Vincent pushed me forward with a gun pressed painfully into my back. The gnarled vines parted around us, and we stepped into a clearing. Vincent pointed to an all-too-familiar shape in the earth: a small rectangular pit the length and depth of a grave. All around it were loose dirt and rocks, and a dirty shovel leaned against one of the sides.

I gasped when I saw a metal box lying in ...