The room had quieted. Lucas stood in the eye of the storm, his heart battering against his ribs. His eyes jumped from face to face—Kiara’s tear-streaked rage, James’s stunned silence, Daisy’s pleading desperation. The people who raised him. And the strangers who had once lost him.
James finally spoke. “You’re saying… he followed you off the boat? That it wasn’t…?” He couldn’t finish the sentence. Robert nodded slowly. “We didn’t take him. We found him. And then the ship was gone.” James turned to Kiara. “It was Naples. You said the last time you saw him was Naples.”