VANCE’S POV

“I feel like I have sold myself to the devil,” I whispered as we basked in the sun on the deck of the yacht.

It was late afternoon the next day and the sun was blazing above us, depicting the perfect weather for a swim. I had texted Arran earlier that I was away on a secret mission and would update him once I was back. I switched off my phone since I did not want further prodding from him.

“I am the devil,” Kilian drawled.

“Stop ...