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Then it does and it’s like a sledgehammer to my gut.

Tommy didn’t kidnap Mackenzie. He was protecting her.

My God.

I got it wrong. Tommy didn’t kidnap her at all. And Adrian didn’t kill him.

It was Eric and Yuliana.They were having an affair.

My father can get away with his women but if Yuliana cheats it will be reason enough to terminate their marriage, and she’ll get nothing.

She cheated on my father with his own brother.Eric.

Fuck.

The second person Mackenzie saw in her dream must have been Yuliana.

Jesus, Mackenzie was safe while she didn’t remember anything. All these years as the memories lay locked in her mind it protected her.

And I just gave Yuliana all she needed to know and I put Mackenzie in danger.

My hands dropped to my side and I whirl around, rushing toward the door.

“Dmitri, what the hell is going on?” Kade catches up to me.

“I have to get to Mackenzie, she’s in danger.” I pull out my phone and call her. The phone goes straight to voicemail, probably because she’s at the theatre dancing.Fuck.

“What kind of danger is she in?”

“My step mother and my uncle.” I hand him Tommy’s note then we continue outside. “Mackenzie started to remember what happened to her and Tommy. I just told Yuliana.”

Kade scans over the note and instantly understands my worry. “Did Mackenzie remember Yuliana being there?”

“No not yet.”

It’s just us who knows. Thanks to the note. But it doesn’t take a genius to guess Yuliana will go after Mackenzie thinking she’ll be protecting her dirty secret.

That fucking, lying, manipulative bitch. She was lying the whole time to protect herself. Including earlier.

There she was pretending to grieve Tommy when she knew what happened to him. She knew Adrian was innocent too and allowed this feud between our families to go on for years.

None of that matters now. If Eric and Yuliana tried to kidnap and kill Mackenzie before, they’ll do it again. And worse.

I have to get to Mackenzie.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Mackenzie

I have the theater to myself again.

I’ve been practicing my routine for the last hour, trying to rebalance my mind. As the soft piano music plays I glide across the stage, my mind loosening, releasing the tension.

Dancing is like medicine for my soul.

The therapy session yesterday also helped too, more than I expected.

Although we didn’t do all that much, it was the way it was done. Dr. Parker knew exactly what to say to me to place me in control of my memories. I’m no longer calling them nightmares.

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