Page 71 of Sacred Vow

“No.” Igor watches the doctor gather his shit and leave. “Douglas has, though.”

“Where is he?” He’ll do just as well.

“They’re waking him up.” Igor raises his chin. “We will find her.”

“Of course we will.” I take a gulp of whiskey straight from the bottle then work on getting a clean shirt on. My fucking shoulder burns like hell and every movement makes it worse. But I will not just sit here while my girl is missing.

“Andrei.” Sergei bursts into the room. He takes one look at the bloody bandages on the doctor’s tray and a darkness covers his expression. “Are you all right?”

“A clean hit.” I pick up my phone. “I’ll be fine.”

“We’ll find her,” he says, laying a hand on my good shoulder.

“I know that,” I snap. It’s what will happen to her while she’s waiting for me to get to her that makes my stomach churn.

“He’s up.” Viktor walks into the office, rubbing his knuckles. They’re battered and bleeding. He’s already had a few questions for the boy.

“Has he said anything useful?” I hit the elevator button for the lowest level of the building. Everyone else in the building gets off in the lobby or maybe the garage that’s one floor beneath, but for me, the lowest my elevator goes is into the pit. A place only I have access to.

There are perks to owning the building and having enough city officials in my pocket to overlook the false building plans filed.

“Not really. There was some crying though.” Viktor leans against the back wall. “I think I broke his nose.”

“You left some for me, I hope.”

“Of course.” Viktor nods. “He made a comment about my girl. It couldn’t go unpunished.”

“Your girl?” Sergei scoffs. “Does she know that?”

“She has yet to come to terms with it. But she will.”

The doors slide open to the darkness of the open space. A trail of overhead lights leads me to the only room on the floor. It’s soundproof, as is the rest of the area, and it’s a prison that can’t be escaped.

“Andrei.” Douglas jumps to his feet when he sees me enter. His nose is definitely broken, and his lip is split open, too. Otherwise, he’s untouched. A thick metal collar around his neck tethers him to the wall.

I stand just out of his reach.

“Where is she?” I ask, flexing my fingers.

“I have no idea. I swear it.” He puts both hands in front of him. “I told my father to let it go. I said whatever she knows isn’t worth starting a fight over with you. But my father’s stubborn.”

A trait I would admire except he has Isolde in his fucking grasp.

“You told him to just drop it?” He must think I’m a complete idiot.

“No. I told him to wait. I told him if we didn’t hear from you in a few weeks, then maybe put some pressure on.”

“And yet, Isolde is missing. Taken by your father’s men.” I curl my fingers until my nails bite into my palm.

“After we left the meeting this morning, he went off without me. He said nothing about doing something like this.”

“If not him, who?” The only one to gain from Izzy regaining her memory is Mason.

“It’s probably him, I know you’re right, but… I have no idea where he is.”

“What has he said to you before today?” The questioning is getting me nowhere, and my fist is getting itchy.

He wipes his mouth. “I guess he’d take her somewhere that might jog her memory. That’s what he wanted to do before. I don’t know where that is. He didn’t tell me.” The boy was just starting college when his father had his disagreement with Craig.

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