Eden’s POV

I lean into Asher’s side, both of us curled up together in the corner of his room in the belly of the yacht. I feel safe with him, but I know that won’t last forever. Eventually, with the sun going down, and there’s still no sign of Dante or Ryder— Erik may grow impatient and kill me first.

It’s naïve to think I’m of any use anymore.

Erik has the tracker, and we already managed to make a call to the Golden brothers, so they know ...