If Juliet couldn't find Aria Grant again, she really couldn't guarantee what she might do—murder and arson weren't out of the question.
Looking up, Juliet gazed at the sparse stars in the sky, which were dim and offered not a glimmer of hope—it was truly depressing.
The evening breeze was supposed to be gentle, but to Juliet, it felt incredibly agitated.
"This is Edward's current address, and it seems a bit suspicious."
Juliet kept zooming in on the location sent to her, and it indeed seemed odd. What would anyone be doing in such a remote place in the dead of night? And it was a cottage by the sea—wasn't it from the seashore that Aria had disappeared?
The more she thought about it, the more something seemed amiss. Could Aria be with Edward?
"Then you'd better hurry here and take me there."
