Aaron Wyatt stood by her side like a devoted guardian, occasionally asking her a question or tidying her hair. Annabelle Linton accepted his attentions placidly, without the slightest hint of reluctance.
They shared such a harmonious and easy rapport that it felt impossible for anyone else to intrude.
And yet with him, it seemed she'd turn hostile the second he stood beside her.
Leona Grant drank, glass after glass, overcome with the urge to destroy the entire world.
He slammed his glass down and sent a text to Annabelle Linton: "You have three minutes. Meet me by the sea, behind the villa."
Annabelle Linton was taking a sip of her drink when she saw the message. Her eyes darkened.
He hadn't said anything explicit, but she could feel the palpable threat in his words.
Annabelle Linton put down her glass and gave Aaron Wyatt a faint smile. "I'm going to touch up my makeup."
"Okay. Just don't wander off when you're done, or I won't be able to find you."
