Chapter 93

• "Who was it," Lance asked in a hushed voice as they sat on the couch in the private jet they were taking back to Dallas.
• "A man named Aldus St. James," Dylan stated as he sipped his bottle of water.
• Dylan was calm now. He knew the target and he knew how to find Avery easily. He could practically feel Annalisa's hand in his now. He knew where she was and he was close. It made his blood boil just to know how close she had been the entire time.