Chapter 183
Daphne POV
I lean back in the beach lounger, cocktail in hand, sunglasses sliding halfway down my nose.
The sun is high, burning gold across the waves. The ocean breeze is perfect—warm, salty, soft against my skin. Somewhere in the distance, a steel drum band is playing the cheesiest tropical cover of some old pop song I can't quite place.
Just... peace.
For the first time in what feels like years, real peace.
I turn my head lazily to the side.
And there she is.
Estela.
Laughing. Hair loose in the wind, skin kissed by the sun, sitting with a small group of girls under a thatched umbrella on the sand.
It's been three days here. Three days since we landed on this island with the girls in tow—her siblings, safe at last.
Technically not safe safe, because I'm pretty sure Estela made some enemies working as an assassin but I'm sure they are all small fry.
