Daphne walked slowly, letting the warmth of the sun soak into her skin as if she was still on her way to her vacation. But her mind was racing.
Diego was smart. He knew she wouldn’t go down without a fight unless he made her choose between that and bloodshed.
But he also underestimated her.
“Where’s the car?” she asked over her shoulder.
Diego tilted his chin toward a dark sedan idling by the curb. “Right there. You sit in the back. I sit with you. No sudden moves, and we don’t have to redecorate the airport in red.”
Charming.
The inside of the sedan was cool, but Daphne was starting to sweat.
If Landon Costello were alive, that could mean only one thing. Father had plans to punish her severely.
A third man drove. Silent. Eyes forward. The kind of guy who followed orders without as
