She knew Cruz was likely going to strangle her when he realized she’d slipped out of the room while he slept but at this point, she was preferring his rage over the rage of Liborio Bartoli. She needed to figure this out before the other man started killing her family.
It was not even six in the morning, but she had zero regrets about banging on Sloane and Halima’s door, especially when Sloane was the person, she needed most in this moment.
The door pulled open, and her friend stood there with bloodshot eyes, hair in the messiest bun ever and a sleep crease down the side of her face.
“You look awful.”
“I forgot how bad Halima snores and worse, I forgot she gets up at five to do yoga, regardless of the time zone. She’s on the patio.” Sloane pointed to where Halima was stretching outside.
