Limone arched an eyebrow, her gaze sharp, almost bristling.

“I remember it clearly,” she said. Her tone carried a finality that needed no elaboration.

She would never forget.

Without another word, Limone shut the door firmly. She had nothing more to say.

Outside, Sutton stood, fingering the necklace in his hand. His mind circled back to the words he’d just spoken.

Instant regret.

Yet, Limone’s words moments ...