Daniela had thought the Sea Wolf would be the safest place for her to wait. She’d been deluding herself. Her idiot cousins must’ve decided not to allow Logan to get all the treasure up before stealing it. Maybe tossing her in the ocean had been a prelude to their plans to kill her, and leave no witnesses. She hadn’t believed they could pull something like this off. How had they managed to sneak on board and target her cabin? Her mouth dried. Was it that specific? Maybe the entire ship was affected. What if someone else had been stuck in the cabin and was now seriously ill, or worse, dead? It was as bad as if … Daniela went hot, then ice cold. “Dear God.” Not her cousins at all. “Victor?” Had he found her after all? Had her sense of triumph at outwitting him been nothing but an illusion? Panic flooded her system. Dog yelped, and she realized her fingers were digging into his ruff as if she were hanging on for dear life. “Sorry, boy. OhGod, ohGod, ohGod.” How had he tracked her down?
