She walked the narrow stone path through the orchard before reaching the twisting path that followed the cliff, the path dotted with marble benches. Morgan finally sat down in one of these cool marble benches facing the sea, and drew a slow breath, trying to process everything, from her father’s disappearance, to Drakon and Bronwyn’s peculiar relationship, to her own relationship with Drakon. There was a lot to sort through.

She sat on the bench, just breathing in the heady, fragrant scent of wisteria and the blossoms from the citrus trees in the small orchard, when she heard someone talking.

It was Rowan approaching on the path, talking on the phone, speaking English to someone, his tone clipped, no-nonsense, and his low brusque voice was such a contrast to his appearance. He looked like sex, but talked like a soldier. And suddenly the warrior king from the film Spartacus came to mind.

Rowan spotted her and ended his call.

“Any news about my father?” she asked him as he stopped before her bench.

“Not yet. But don’t panic.”

“I’m trying not to.”

“Good girl.”

The sun had dropped significantly and the colors in the sky were deepening, the light blue turning to rose gold.

“It’s going to be another beautiful sunset,” she said. “I love the sky here, the red and orange sunsets.”

“You do know its pollution, ash and smoke just scattering away the shorter-wavelength part of the light spectrum.”

Morgan made a face. “That’s so not romantic.”

He shrugged. “As Logan will tell you, I’m not a romantic guy.”

Shocked, Morgan turned all the way to look at him. “You know my sister?”

“Drakon didn’t tell you?”

“No.”

“Thought he had.”

“How do you know her?”

“I live in L.A. Malibu.”

Which made sense as Logan lived in Los Angeles, too. “How well do you know her?”

He hesitated, just a fraction too long, and Morgan realized that he knew her, knew her, as in the Biblical knowing. “You guys … dated?”

“Not dated, plural. One date. Met at a celebrity fund-raiser.”

“What fund-raiser?” she asked, finding it impossible to imagine Rowan Argyros at a charity event.

“It’s inconsequential.”

But from his tone, she knew it wasn’t, and Morgan fought the sudden urge to smile. There was much more to the Rowan-Logan story than what he was telling her, and Morgan eyed him with new interest, as well as appreciation, because Logan might be her fraternal twin, but Logan and Morgan were polar opposites. Morgan was quieter and shyer, and Logan was extremely confident and extroverted, as well as assertive., especially when it came to men. Morgan had married Drakon, her first love, while Logan didn’t believe in love.

“How did you two get along?” she asked now, lips still twitching, amused by the idea of Logan and Rowan together. They were both so strong—it would have been an interesting date … an explosive date.

“Fine.”

“I doubt that.”

Rowan looked at her from beneath a cocked brow, smiling, clearly amused. “Why do you say that?”