Marisol had no idea that Nevaeh had come here and was now in the study. Even if she knew, she wouldn't care.
As soon as Lucian left, she called Alinta.
"Mari?" On the other end, Alinta's voice carried a hint of sleepiness. It sounded like she'd just woken up.
"How did it go? Did Ronan make things difficult for you?"
Marisol was worried. Having Alinta deal with such a dangerous person had been a last resort, and her heart had been on edge ever since.
"Not exactly."
Though she'd been pretty shaken up, Alinta didn't mention being held at gunpoint. She splashed some water on her face to perk up a bit.
"Mari, I'm thinking about working with Ronan. What do you think?"
"Working with Ronan?"
Marisol's heart jumped, and her voice rose slightly. "What are you thinking? The Lowells are in deep trouble right now, and that's dangerous. If you get mixed up in this..."
"But it's the only way, and the fastest." Alinta cut her off.
"Besides, Mari, you said it yourself that from the moment I
