Chapter One Hundred and Ninety
Malachi's POV
I could hear the fear in her voice through the phone.
"What does that mean? What are they planning?"
"I don't know yet. But Emily wants revenge on the family. Zhao wants you. Together, they're dangerous."
"So what do we do?"
We. She'd said we. Like we were a team. Like she was including me.
That small word did something to my chest.
"I'm going to Paris. I'm going to that meeting. And I'm going to end this."
"By yourself?"
"Maurice is with me. And I'm calling in Rose and Violet. They're already on their way."
Silence on the other end. I could almost hear her thinking. Weighing options. Trying to decide if she should tell me not to go.
"Alicia?"
"I don't want you to die."
The words were soft. Scared. Honest.
"I'm not going to die."
"You don't know that. Emily knows you. She knows how you think. How you operate. And Zhao is smart. Ruthless. If they're working together—"
