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LIA

H alfway across Central Park from Enzo—and already regretting the walk in designer shoes—I got a text. This time from Marcus.

We need to talk. Dinner at Alder & Vine, at seven?

he asked.

I knew Alder & Vine was an exceedingly upscale restaurant. Was he…planning on breaking up with me in public?

Or had he reserved a whole room, so that he could bring his lawyer, and could ceremonially burn our pre-nup in front of me?

Either way—maybe someone had unwittingly gotten me out of this mess.

And who knew—depending on how tonight went, and whatever Rhaim had planned—they might’ve just saved Marcus’s life.

I’ll be there.

I texted back, and then texted Rio,

Where’s my dad right now?

Corvo.

I found the nearest street sign, triangulating where I was, what I needed, and how fast I could get it.

Can you two stay there for ninety minutes?

Yeah

Rio texted back.

And I’ll tell you if we go anywhere.

Thanks.

I told him, and then started heading back to one of the stores Arnold had put a card down for me with.

I needed to do a spot of shopping first.