And the next victim was me.

I backed into the shadows and made my way to the car, and by the time I reached it a cold, total clarity had settled over me.

I was not going to call off the wedding.

Not yet.

Because that family was expecting a helpless woman to walk into their trap — and I was going to give them the worst mistake they had ever made.

Chapter 8 — Good Morning, Future Mrs. Pembrook