Milo is coming.
The text message both startled me and pissed me off.
We have a traitor. Someone on my ship, or Rowan’s, betrayed us to Milo. It’s the only way Milo would have known to attack while we were most vulnerable.
Fuck.
“We attack tomorrow,” I say, ending the argument about when is the best day to attack.
“Agreed,” Rowan says with a growl.
If Milo took Kai, I need to get her back as soon as possible. “And if he already has her, we attack tonight.”
Rowan nods solemnly as I jump off his yacht and back onto my small boat.
We take off racing back to my yacht, and I hope to God Kai listened to me and went to our cabins. If she’s there, she’s safe.
I text Westcott, who I tasked with making sure Kai went to the cabins where it is safe.
Me: Is she there?
I wait.
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