Page 103 of Pervade Montego Bay
She squeezed my hand. “Why?”
“Xavier’s the better man, Em. You’d do well to remember that.”
“You’re a good man, too.”
“You watched me throw a man off a yacht to his death. For most people, that would be the proof they need of my true character.”
“You were saving my life.”
“And mine.”
“You took your revenge for your wife’s murder. Now it’s over.”
I glared at her. “I told you not to board the yacht.”
“No, you told me not to visit the Embassy.”
“Are you riling me up on purpose?”
“You should have been clearer.”
“Em, are you deliberately crossing me?”
She tried to pull away.
My arm wrapped around her tighter. “Stay and suffer the consequences.”
“What are those?”
“My wrath.”
“Is that what this is? Are you punishing me because I messed up in London?”
“Partially.”
“I know your secret, James.”
My brow furrowed at her insinuation. “What are you talking about?”
She looked triumphant. Studying her, I tried to work out what she knew.
“Your face gives it away,” she whispered.
“Come with me.”
We headed back toward the house with me pulling her along and doing my best to look as natural as possible. Having that journalist set his laser sights on us as we hurried past him pissed me off. Who the hell let him in?
Emily stumbled and I caught her.
“James—”
If she knew about this house and what we had hidden within…
Impossible.
The chill of air conditioning hit us when we entered the mansion.
“Where are you taking me?”
