dles for her soul, Stella was lying in a ham

d since the crash of

a hundred and ten million dollars-the trade winds were warm and smelled of salt. Under her

riend and master prosthetics artist, Tessa

and declared zero survivors. The Valmoran royal palace lowered its flags to half-mast for the Crown Prince'

ark sunglasses resting on the bridge of her

, boss," Tessa said, shak

817. During an unscheduled fuel stop in Bermuda, she had evacuated the crew she had paid off months in advance, switche

or Lucian Rhodes would e

well of her stomach and tapped lightly.

Rhodes has gone completely off the rails. For the last eight weeks, he's put a fifty-million-dollar

ehind her lenses. "What do

anish that first week," Tessa said.

zily. "Even if he lives to a hundred,

oat. Stella set the plate of mango aside and took a sl

aight as a new alert flashed acros

the iPad to

headquarters in New York: One Hundred Million Dollars Offered

alley estate three days ago and was now in critical condition in the ICU. Top specialists from Johns Hopkins a

hed. She sat up in the hammock, swingi

d the Hudson Valley estate, the old man had made the kitchen cook dishes without celery because he remembered her allergy, and just two months ago h

Hopkins and Mayo had given u

no. Don't even think about it. You're three months pregnant, and you just faked y

breeze whipping her lin

r of toxicology and internal medicine into the estate to treat her, she had studied

nd decisive. "I'm going back for the old man. And for a hundre

e into her hands. "He's going t

Stella said, turning toward th