Chapter Sixty-Two

Y A N A

"What?" I blurt out, a little too loudly.

Evan hisses under his breath and steps forward, clamping his hand over my mouth. "I said, we will be crashing the wedding. It's going to happen tomorrow. If we get lucky now and we don't encounter any problems, we can do it today. Understood?"

I nod frantically, wishing I can ask what kind of trouble we can encounter here and what all of this means, but I know that time is precious. Besides, every second he spends here is a second too long and an obvious risk. If he gets caught here, then the mission is dead.

However, I just have to ask him one question. Something that's been bothering me since he showed up.

"Evan?" I whisper against his hand. When he raises his eyebrows, I ask, "Why does it seem like you're working against your father?"

A pause, and then he says, "That's because I am."

“Do you know what happened to him?” I ask again, deciding to just screw it. I might as well just know what happened to that man. “Is he . . . a bad per