"South," Dante said. "To the coast. There's a property about eighty kilometers down....a villa right on the water. It's secure. Your father's reach doesn't extend that far south, and The Covenant doesn't have operatives there."
"How long will we stay there?" Isabella asked.
"Long enough to figure out the next move," Dante said. "Long enough for your father's initial fury to settle. Long enough to understand what Dimitri is going to do."
Isabella turned to look at him.
"You're thinking about Dimitri," she said. It wasn't a question.
"Always," Dante confirmed. "Dimitri is the variable I can't control. Your father I can manage. The Covenant has its own agenda. But Dimitri....Dimitri is unpredictable. And unpredictable is dangerous."
"Do you think he'll come after us?" Isabella asked, and there was fear in her voice.
"Possibly," Dante said honestly. "But not immediately. He has other concerns. His empire. The Covenant. His woman. We have time."
He squeezed her knee gently.
