The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 348

Quinn froze, the promise landing harder than any threat. Honor it? Is Julius really ready to bury what we shared?

Quinn lifted her chin. “Then how long do you intend to keep me marooned on this island?”

Julius’ gaze drifted to her bandaged left shoulder, as clinical as a surgeon studying a chart. “Judging by the way your body heals, you’ll need about two weeks. I’ll keep you here for that fortnight, and I’ve stocked every medicine you could need.”

Quinn weighed the preparation behind his words; since he made such preparations, he never planned to let her escape.

If she continued defying him, it would only make things worse.

“Very well—just see that, for once, you do exactly what you promise,” Quinn said, steel threaded through every syllable.

“Always,” Julius answered, the word soft but unwavering.

Quinn pulled her phone from her pocket; the screen was black, the battery long dead.

When she powered it up, a cascade of missed calls and voice mails flooded the display—dozens from Laura and a nearly equal swarm from Harlan.

She dialed Laura first. The moment the line opened, her friend’s voice exploded with frantic energy. “Quinn, is that you? Are you all right? Tell me Julius Whitethorn hasn’t crossed the line!”

“I’m fine,” Quinn answered, though a wry thought flickered through her mind. Does imprisoning me on a private island count as crossing the line?

“Really?” Laura pressed, suspicion thick.

“Really,” Quinn insisted. “Julius only ferried me to an island to recuperate. In roughly two weeks, I’ll be back.”

“An island? Recuperate? Which island?” Laura asked, disbelief cracking in her voice.

Quinn cast a sideways glance at Julius. They were standing close enough for him to catch every syllable, yet he remained silent, clearly unwilling to reveal their location.

“I’m not sure,” she told Laura. “But don’t worry—he isn’t going to hurt me.”

After a brief pause, Laura asked, “Do you at least have unrestricted communication?”

“I do. He hasn’t taken my phone, and he isn’t policing my calls,” Quinn said.

“Then promise you’ll text or call me every single day—and if anything feels off, you tell me immediately,” Laura demanded.

“Deal,” Quinn replied.

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