Jaxon’s POV
We touched down at Monaco sometime before noon, and as the hunter led the way to the arrivals lounge, I cautiously trailed behind him, my eyes roaming about in a vigilant sweep.
My jaw twitching every now and then.
My gut feeling about Seraphina being in Argentina was strong enough, and that was why I’d offered to go there in search of her.
I couldn’t bear the thought of her being hurt, or in a difficult situation over there.
I was eager to see her.
But then, as if Lazaro had seen right through my plan, he’d shattered it, sending me to fucking Monaco, when we both knew it was a lost cause.
And although I knew, a small part of my mind still wished the one in Monaco here, was the real Seraphina.
I sighed, my grip tightening around the duffel bag I carried, as I watched the hunter flag down a cab.
We got in, and the hunter gave the address, and soon, we were on our way to fake Seraphina.
“So,” the hunter cheered his throat, leaning into the seat next to me, “you’ll be the on
