"On it."
"And Marco...by morning, I want Isabella brought to me. I don't care what story she's prepared. I'm going to interrogate her myself. And I'm going to find out the truth."
"Understood. What about Enzo?"
"Let me handle my brother." Dimitri's voice turned cold. "You focus on Isabella. Get me proof that she's responsible. Get me evidence. And get me her. Everything else, I'll take care of."
"Yes, sir."
Dimitri hung up, looked down at Eve.
She stirred in her sleep, her hand reaching for him.
He took it, laced their fingers together.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry I didn't protect you. Sorry I let this happen. Sorry you had to suffer because of someone's obsession with me."
Eve's eyes fluttered open. "Dimitri?"
"I'm here."
"The heat.....it's starting again..." Her voice was drowsy, slurred. "I thought...I thought maybe it was over..."
"How long has it been since you were dosed?"
"I don't know. Three hours? Four?"
