Xavier's POV "Where is he." Diana turned from the window of the now empty bridal suite, still in her wedding dress, arms folded, chin up, the performance completely stripped away now that there was no audience left to perform for. "I don't know what you want me to say, Xavier." "Where is Carter Mills." I closed the door behind me and stayed in front of it, not crossing the room, not raising my voice, just standing there with the question and waiting for her to decide how this went. "And I am going to ask you one more time before I start making calls that will be very uncomfortable for everyone involved." She held my gaze for a moment then looked away, her jaw shifting slightly. "He is a friend," she said. "He has always been a friend." "A friend you met every Thursday." "People meet friends for dinner, Xavier, that is not—" "A friend whose hand was on your back outside that restaurant two weeks ago." She went quiet. "A friend," I continued, "who sent two men to kidnap my ei
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