“Maserati,” I murmur as I slide into the front seat of Daniel’s new car, not forgetting Kent’s promise to buy me my own car if I can learn the names of the others.
“What?” Daniel asks as he turns the car on while I buckle my seatbelt.
“Nothing,” I sigh, looking at our dark villa, my eyes in particular on the windows to the master suite. No lights turn on with the sound of the engine, which I take as a good sign.
Daniel takes a deep breath, staring out the windshield for a long moment. “We’re sure we want to do this?” he asks, a little fear in his voice.
“We’re sure,” I say, letting no hesitation come into mine. Because I have thought this through a thousand times, and I know this is the best way to get us to our goal. The pieces have been in place for a long, long time – and now? It’s
