~Darius's POV~
[Andreas: Taro was spotted in Paris last night. He met the girls.]
I stare at the message, jaw tight, before glancing toward Abigail. She's being fussed over by Kalliope, who's holding up two glittering gowns like she's planning a royal ball. The two of them seem to have hit it off surprisingly well.
I look back at my phone and type quickly.
[Me: Any sign of him heading to Greece?]
[Andreas: Yes, actually. I've doubled the security on the girls. But you should stay close to Abigail.]
[Me: Thank you, Andreas.]
I exhale, tucking my phone away.
"How long are you going to stand there staring at your phone?" Kalliope calls out suddenly, snapping my attention to her.
Abigail's eyes flick toward me, curious, soft, and far too observant. It's making me overthink.
Has Taro contacted her? Threatened her?
"Do you want me to leave?" I ask, my voice coming out rougher than I intend.
