Chapter Twenty-Nine: Island of Temptations
The Atlantic was black glass under moonlight.
Bosco’s private jet cut through the clouds like a blade, engines screaming toward the emergency coordinates blinking far off the eastern seaboard.
Inside the cabin, no one slept.
No one relaxed.
Because Lucien Varik was alive.
And because every man aboard knew the same dangerous truth...that if the prince returned, nothing between them would remain polite.
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Cassandra
She stood by the jet window, arms folded, staring into darkness below.
The ocean calmed her.
Tonight it did nothing.
Too many hands still seemed to linger on her life.
Jason’s protectiveness.
Maxwell’s patience.
Lucien’s audacity.
Bosco’s fierce devotion.
Even now, each man watched her in different ways.
She could fe
