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I remember everything.

A cold, hollow weight settles in my chest as I press a trembling hand to my stomach. It’s still too soon to know forcertain, but deep in my gut, I feel it. There’s a little life growing inside me—Radomir’s baby.

But that won’t change anything for me—not now that I know the truth and it won’t be long before Radomir and his family figure it out.

Desperation spurts through me—I have to get out of here.

I have to run as fast and as far as I can then disappear.

But it’s not just from Timir and Carlos.

But from Radomir and his cousins.

Because now I know—they’ve been hunting the wrong person for ten years.

It’s not the Greek Matriarch they want.

It’s me.

I’m the one with Radomir’s father and uncle’s blood on my hands.

And when he finds out—

There will be no mercy. No forgiveness.

Not even our baby can save me.

Chapter 12

RADOMIR

The English countryside is a miserable fucking place.

It’s been two weeks of endless searching, tracking ghosts and dead leads, while my patience wears thinner by the day. Every known location associated with Carlos, the Gold Hydra, and the Mannings has been turned inside out.

And still—

No sign of Leigh.

No sign of Dmitri, Carlos, or Wanda Manning.

Fuck.

I lean against the window, the cold glass pressing against my temple, the drizzle outside matching the storm churning inside me. The estate we’re holed up in is as grand as any we’ve stayed in, but it doesn’t matter. The luxury does nothing to dull the ache inside my ribs, the constant burn that tells me I’m wasting time.

She’s out there somewhere.

Alone.

And I should be with her.

Sabrina sits curled up on the other end of the couch, scrolling through her tablet. She’s been restless too, though she hides it well behind her sharp tongue and quick retorts.

Tonight is different.

Tonight, she’s quiet.

Because today is the day we would have known if Leigh was pregnant.

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