“As you said, if he bothered to call, he would have known.”
I’ll let him believe what everyone else believes—that Lucia is Batista’s daughter. With her light-brown hair and pouty lips, she looks like a tiny version of me. Except for her eyes.
Zara wraps her arm around my shoulders. “Did he tell you why he left without a word?”
“He didn’t.”
“And you have no idea what the reason could be?”
I close my eyes and bite my cheek, instantly tasting the metallic tang of blood in my mouth.
“No,” I lie.
Several rapid gunshots ring out outside. I flinch, my eyes snapping open. Below, on the lawn, Kai is putting away his gun. My gaze flicks to the line of security staff, spotting three of the men slumped on the ground, their heads aren’t as intact as they used to be. I grab the handle on the wind
