Chapter 46

Viona's POV

The air inside the boutique was thick enough to cut with a knife.

My fingers still held the sleeve of the sleek leather jacket, my grip loose but firm - the kind of hold that said I wasn't letting go unless I wanted to. Across from me, Sally's manicured hand clung to the other side like a vise, her glossy lips pursed in feigned politeness.

Emily stood a step behind, watching the tension coil tighter by the second. She knew her role - guide, translator of local customs, ...