Paparazzi crowd in, filling the sidewalk. I can’t see my SUV over their heads, or my security.
A hand comes down on my shoulder. Leo’s. It holds me in place while both my brothers launch themselves in front of me. I take a step back toward the glassed-in doors.
“Step away,” Lucian snaps, voice icy. “She doesn’t have a comment.”
Leo’s shoving his open palms in the direction of the photographers, forcing them back. They keep surging forward as he snarls at them, a vicious smile on his face.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? No, please, take another step. I’ll consider you a threat to my sister’s life if you move one more inch.”
The cameras don’t stop flashing. Security has arrived, but they’re on the outside of the crush, having to shove their way through. I’m in the only clear pocket of space behind Leo and Lucian.
They keep repeating that we have no comment. The questions don’t stop. Some of them are aimed at Leo and Lucian.
“Did you know your fiancé was covering up his father’s dementia? Eva. Over here. How much did the rest of the family know about this? Is Morelli Holdings involved? Eva. This way. Were you helping him to hide it? Is your engagement a plot to distract the public from the conspiracy?”
My face feels bloodless and numb. Two minutes ago, we were making dinner plans. I was so happy. I was going to find out if Finn was free.
He’s not going to be free now that the news is out.
I don’t have any idea how it happened. I can hardly breathe.
Our respective security teams converge, finally surrounding us. They make a path through the rowdy clutch of shouting men and women with telephoto lenses. Someone opens the back door of my SUV and I climb in. Leo stands in front of it, blocking me from the photographers. Lucian’s right next to him.
One of the agents moves to shut the door behind me.
He’s not quite fast enough.
A final shouted question breaks through:
“What about your baby? Does your baby have the disease, too?”