Chapter 422: Friday. Mlilo Animal Reserve, South Africa.

PAXTON TOOK CANE'S phone from him, the call end screen going dark. He turned toward Zain tapping furiously at his laptop. It was a minor miracle they'd all been at the grill grabbing lunch at the same time.

"Did you get anything?" Paxton asked.

"A lot." Zain's tone didn't mean anything good.

"The vote happened this morning." Cane's voice shook.

Paxton glanced back at the man. He could see the resemblance to Coco in the cheek bones, nose and mouth.

Cane stared at Paxton from where he sat at the conference table that was now their war room.

"What do you mean?" Coco asked. She sat next to her brother, her hand on his arm, proving that she wasn't quite done with him yet.