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“Forever,” I murmured, peppering kisses against his strong chest. “I love connecting with you like this,” I admitted. “I didn’t realize how much I missed it.”
He grinned devilishly. “Good, because we’re nowhere near finished.”
He rolled me over onto my back, and I could feel his cock hardening as his smirk promised a long, satisfying night.
32
REINA
We were almost in Venice.
No updates on Phoenix. If I thought too long about all the dangers that might be lurking around her, it threatened to pull me under. But I held enough faith and trust in Dante that he’d find her and protect her. Why? I had no idea, considering what Phoenix had shared about her history with him, except that I felt in my gut that Dante would never physically hurt her. Phoenix wasn’t the type to forgive and forget, and I knew she’d stand her ground against him too.
The journey back to the city on the water was like déjà vu. It was only a few months ago that we were docking the yacht in here and I was putting on a wedding gown.
This time, I stood in Amon’s office wearing a white Valentino dress with wide pink straps and matching pink flats, admiring the city’s skyline.
Amon was on the phone with someone, his eyes locked on the painting. He kept turning it over, left and right, up and down, hoping for something to jump out at him. I felt his disappointment as if it were my own.
My phone buzzed.Unknown Number.
My brows scrunched as I slid it open.
It’s Dante. Your shiny new brother.
I really didn’t know how I felt about the man. Before I could come up with a response, another message came through.
Found your sister. She’s safe and sound. We’re eloping. Tell Amon I’m taking a page out of his book. Sayonara.
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
I started typing vigorously.
Call me.
I tapped my foot impatiently. Nothing.
Now!
Still nothing.
I whirled around and put my hands on my hips. “Have you heard from your brother?”
Amon’s expression darkened and he gripped his phone tighter. “Let me call you later. Something’s come up.” He hung up without waiting for an answer. Must be nice to be king. “What’s wrong?”
I strode over to him, waving my phone in the air like it would project his message. “He texted me that he found Phoenix.”
Amon’s eyebrow shot up. “Isn’t that a good thing?”
“Did you know?”
He shook his head. “I haven’t heard from him since Greece.”
My temper boiled, making my cheeks warm. “He texted me and now he won’t reply.”
“Tell me what it says,” he ordered.
“He’s taking a page out of your book and he’s eloping. Then he said ‘sayonara.’”
