Chapter 6“Augusto,” Serena said, jostling him from his slumber.
He lifted an eyelid toward her.
“When I dropped into the room with those three guards, one of them was already pointing a pistol at me.”
“Eh? Huh? Why didn't he shoot?” He lifted his head.
“I don't know,” she replied. Serena saw he was trying to get more comfortable, the single seat of the one-passenger yacht split between them. She made a little room for him, not minding the close quarters, liking the pleasant bit of warmth deep inside at having him near. “He said something, though.”
“What did he say?”
Serena frowned. “Princess.”
Augusto snorted. “How absurd.”
“That's what I thought, and then I killed him.”
The silence between them stretched, and Serena couldn't help but wonder what she might have discovered if she'd
