Filip pulled back again and searched my face as though he desperately wanted to believe me. Once the truth of my words settled over him, he lowered his lips and placed a delicate kiss on my forehead. After helping me to my feet, Filip eased Dante onto his back and laid a blanket over him. We stood silently, each taking a moment to process the loss. I had to turn away before long, my chest buckling with grief. Filip took the wheel and located the speed boat he’d procured to chase us down. I wasn’t sure the methods he used had been totally legal, but I didn’t care. He’d done what was needed to save me. Once we had the other boat secured to the yacht, he called the authorities and navigated us back to shore. We were met with flashing lights and a huddle of officers. I gave a brief statement e
