Lina's POV
My eyes widened.
The last time I saw her this intense, she was packing for a rogue elopement. I half-expected her to pull out a vial of sedatives and offer to knock me out for a "quick getaway."
"James is going to Africa again?"
The words came out before I could stop them. Sharp. Accusatory.
*God, I didn't mean to sound like that.*
"Chloe, you're not actually thinking about going after him, are you?"
She opened her mouth, but I didn't let her speak. My voice was low. Tight. Like I was holding something back by sheer willpower.
I didn't want to blame her. I really didn't.
But last time—when Adrian went to Africa—it started with her. She was the match that lit the fuse. The whole thing went up in flames before the plan was even finished. Before anyone
