“Enzo. Breck. Can you please come here?” Her tone stops me cold. Not scared, but urgent.
We’re at her door in seconds. She’s standing in the middle of the room, still in her dress, staring at her bed. On the pillow—her pillow, the one she slept on last night—is a folded piece of paper.
“Don’t touch it.” I move past her, pulling out my phone to photograph it before carefully unfolding the note with a tissue.
I recognize the handwriting. It’s the same as the first note she received.
“Enjoying Paris? Did you really think you could run from me? That putting an ocean between us would keep you safe? I’ve had eyes on you. Every restaurant, every shop, every moment, you thought you were alone with them. You’re not safe anywhere. And soon, you won’t be safe with anyone.”
See you soon, Remy.
My blood turns to ice. He was here. In this room. While we were at dinner, Trent or someone working for him got past hotel security, past our guards, and past every precaution we took.
Remy is shaking. “Someone was in my room.”
“He’s gone. I’ve got you.” I pull her against me, one arm around her, while I dial Ansel with my free hand.
He answers on the first ring. “What’s wrong?”
“Trent left another note. In Remy’s room at the hotel. Someone got past our security.”
Ansel curses viciously. “Is she okay?”
“She’s scared, but she’s safe. We’re both with her.”
“Keep her there. Don’t leave the room. I’m calling the jet crew now. You need to be on a flight tonight. I don’t care if you have to leave everything behind. Get Remy home where we can protect her properly.”
“Ansel, are you sure that’s necessary?”
“Tonight, Enzo. I want her on that plane in the next two hours. I’ll have a full security team waiting when you land.” He pauses. “Don’t let her out of your sight. Not for a second.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
I end the call and look at Breck, who’s already packing our bags.
Remy is still pressed against me, and her heart is racing. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Stop.” I tip her chin up, making her look at me. “This isn’t your fault. None of this is your fault. But we need to get you home. Can you pack your things?”
She nods against my chest.
“Good. Breck and I will handle everything else. You focus on getting ready to leave.”
The following two hours are a blur. Packing. Checking out. We drive to the airport with three security vehicles trailing us. Remy stays between Breck and me the entire time, silent and tense.
By the time we’re on the jet, climbing into French airspace, some of the tension has eased. But as I watch Remy curl up between us, her face pale with exhaustion, I make a silent promise.
Stanley Trent made this personal. He violated her space, her safety, and her peace of mind. And when we find him—notif, when—he’s going to regret ever targeting Remy Ray.
CHAPTER 20
Ansel
The jet touches down early in the morning. I’m standing on the tarmac when the door opens, unable to wait the extra minutes it would take to meet them in the terminal.
Remy appears at the top of the stairs between Enzo and Breck, looking smaller than I’ve ever seen her. Exhaustion shadows her eyes, and when her gaze finds mine, something in my chest cracks.
I close the distance before she reaches the bottom step.
