We headed inside the hotel, but the calm from the lake walk had already disappeared. Lucian’s hand stayed on my lower back until we reached the elevator. The second the doors closed, I turned to him.
“Tell me what you know about Evelyn,” I said.
He pressed the button for our floor. “She called me last night before the lake walk. She wants to meet you. Secretly. Here in Geneva.”
“Secretly?” I frowned. “Why? She sounded scared on that call.”
“Because someone is pressuring her. She wouldn’t give details over the phone, but she said it’s important you hear it from her directly.” The elevator dinged. He held the door for me. “Tonight. After my last meeting. I’ll take you.”
I stepped into the suite and kicked off my shoes. “You trust her, right?”
“I do.” He loosened his tie. “But things ar
