Trixy's Pov
The following night, Villa de Ortega was bathed in the soft, peaceful light of the setting sun. Along the gardens, the sun's last rays were everywhere and every leaf or pathway was of that shimmering bronze. In the meantime, my room was being filled with the villa's central fountain slow, patient music. Even at night, the water was never falling like a mere whisper.
I was sitting beside Jonas's message on my mobile phone screen with his message shining on it.
> It can't wait. Meet me tomorrow evening at the fountain, just before sunset.
Since he sent them, I'd read that note a dozen times and with every reading my stomach was twisting like a corkscrew. Why after everything—after the rooftop, the fight, and Zyron—was I even pondering it? Once Jonas had wounded my heart. I swore I would not let him hurt me a second time.
