Chapter 6

"You really do care," I scoffed. "Is that why you pushed me overboard?"

She didn't even flinch. "So what if you know? Evan will never believe you."

She was right. If I told him, he’d just say, 'Sofia would never do that. Stop slandering her.'

My silence seemed to bore her. She pulled something from her pocket. A small, silver handgun. A Beretta Bobcat, made for women.

"Evan said things are dangerous. He told me to carry this for protection." She held it in her palm like a jewel. My eyes froze on it.

On the mother-of-pearl grip, a name was engraved in elegant script: Sofia.

She held the gun out for me to see better. "Beautiful, isn't it? Evan had it custom-made. He said it suits me."

I couldn't look away.

Because after the first time we slept together, Evan had given me the exact same one.

'For protection,' he'd said. 'I don't want you turning up dead on me.'

I was naive enough to think he cared.

I remembered my name, engraved on that same grip.

I’d left the gun on his table when I