Harrington.
Three days. Ethan had gone three days without being able to reach Yara.
He had gone to the broadcasting station to look for her. Director Walsh told him she had handed in her resignation and left in a hurry.
He had sent people to search every corner of the city. Nothing.
It was only today that he found out — Yara had already flown to Portmore.
She had actually tried to run from him.
Portmore was Harrison's territory. Finding Yara there would be like searching for a needle in the ocean.
He poured another glass of liquor, trying to burn away the bitterness rising in his chest.
"Yara — don't leave me."
"All of it was my fault."
He sat there talking to himself, confessing his wrongs as if she were still in the room with him.
Then the door opened.
A faint, familiar scent
