Evan's POV
I've known since the first message. I just couldn't make myself say it, not even alone, not even in my own head, because saying it made it real, and real meant that the person hunting the girl I love is the person I once loved most in the world.
Anna's standing in front of me on the harbor front with her notebook full of everything she's dug up, the estate, the bloodline, the old clean money, the family tie, and she's watching my face the way she does, reading the thing under the thing, and I know there's no more hiding it. She found it. Of course she found it. She found it with a library card and a stubborn streak while I sat on the truth like a coward, and now she's looking at me and she already knows the answer, she just needs me to say the name.
"His name is Cassius," I s
