Fiona woke groggily, not yet fully conscious.
As she scrambled to pack, she actually stopped to agonize over which jewelry to bring.
Landon's brow creased with displeasure.
If it were Nat, she'd have had weapons ready in seconds—she would have been the one clearing a path ahead of him. Not this. Not someone fussing over accessories while the ship was sinking.
"Boss, it's bad!" Billy rushed in. "The yacht hit a reef—the hull's taking on water. We need to get to the speedboat now!"
Landon clamped his hand over Fiona's—she was still trying to stuff an evening gown into a suitcase. "Leave it. Everything here can be replaced. Move. Now."
Fiona trembled from head to toe, clutching his sleeve. "Landon, what about my father and yours? Where are we going?"
Landon pressed his lips into a thin
