Page 115 of Twisted Temptation

"I don’t know yet." I mentally clock what lies ahead. A six-hour flight there and back. An hour on the road, two at the most. “Probably not until midnight.”

“Then I will see you at midnight.”

She chuckles softly, and it’s a comforting sound. But it only deepens my rage.

"You okay?" she asks. Her voice is light, but she knows something is up with me.

"I'm fine."

"You sound tired."

"I am tired."

"Come home as soon as you can, okay?"

"I will."

"Promise?"

The ache swells.

"I promise," I say.

"Good."

"I’ll see you tonight."

"Bye, baby."

The line goes dead.

Baby. The word has never sounded so good in my ear.

My thumb moves across the screen until I find my brother’s number.

John Marco picks up on the first ring.

His voice is easy. "I literally just stepped out of the elevator. I’ll be there in two seconds."

He appears in my doorway a moment later, and when he sees the look on my face, his ease vanishes.

"What's going on?" he asks.

I look out at the city. Somewhere in San Francisco, Jeremy Parker-Downey is eating his chia pudding and drinking his kombucha, thinking he got away with what he did to Sunny.

But I am going to show him that he didn’t.

51

DANTE

My brother has gone very still.

I’ve just told him about Jeremy Parker-Downey, and I can see the rage simmering behind his eyes.

“When do we leave?” he asks.

"Now."