“I don’t mean he won’t consent to the marriage, but Odelle is an heiress. She doesn’t have money of her own—it’s all tied up in her trust fund, which her father can withdraw at any time.”
“So, why is Odelle marrying him anyway?”
Nox gave her a strange, half-sad smile. “Because she loves him.”
“Nox, would Roan shoot you?”
“I can only tell you that Roan is a superb marksman. If it was him, then he didn’t intend to kill me.” Nox looked sick at having to say the words. “When I get out of here, beautiful … we need to talk about a lot of things. Your safety is paramount. Our future, too. Odelle tells me they have your name in the press. They’ll be hounding you at the college and at the restaurant too.”
“I can cope with that.”
Nox studied her. “You have no idea what they’re like. Vultures.
