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"Actually I do, she's fine," he assures her.

"Viktor I was about to call you. I need you to get the jet ready.”

"Going somewhere?" Viktor asks curiously.

"London, I think Leigh's been taken there."

Nikolas look at me “I call my contacts in London. You’ll have everything you need and a secure place to stay while you look for Leigh. I'd love to come with you but..."

"I understand." I nod. "Besides, I need you here if you don't mind keeping an eye on things."

"I'll help him," Viktor volunteers.

"Great." I push myself up. "I best get packed."

"Not so fast!" Sabrina stops me from leaving the office. "I'm coming with you."

"I need to leave right away, Sabrina," I tell her although she would come in handy with her ability to solve puzzles and see things others don't. "Do you even have a passport?"

Sabrina grins and pulls her passport from her purse. “Always be prepared.”

I stare at her. “Of course you have that in your magic purse.” The point at it. "You’d best clear that thing out. Store all the non-explosive stuff in the guest bedroom."

Forty-five minutes later we are heading towards LAX, I keep one hand on my suit jacket. Inside, I have Leigh’s will, her birth certificate, and our marriage license. My mother is going to arrange a meeting for me with the elusive Gold Key Legal Group.

Two hours later we are taking off in my private jet. Sabrina and I are sitting across from each other and Oleksi is in the cockpit annoying the pilot.

With a glass of champagne in hand, Sabrina pulls out a book.

“Travel guide?” I lift a brow. "You know, you don't need that. I'm an expert on London."

She gives me a cheeky grin. “That’s good. Because this isn’t a travel guide.”

I frown as she turns it, and I choke.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"I thought we might need Vivienne's fourth journal, so Iborrowedit from Uncle Nik." She winks.

I grin.Smart girl. Turning to look out the window I mutter. "Hold on, Leigh. We’re coming for you, my love."

Chapter 9

RADOMIR

The moment we step off the jet at London Heathrow, I scan the arrivals terminal, eyes sharp for anything out of place. It's not paranoia—it's survival. Leigh is in enemy hands, and until I get her back, every shadow, every passerby, every fucking glance in my direction is a potential threat.

Sabrina strolls beside me, oversized purse slung over her shoulder, looking every bit the tourist in a flowy black dress, huge sunglasses, and a wide-brimmed hat. Everything with her is oversized. Amusement streaks through me—it’s probably because she’s only five-foot-four and petite, so everything just seems bigger in proportion to her.

"Is that our contact?" Oleksi nods toward the tall, stunning woman.

She has sleek black hair cut in a sharp bob, red lips, and the kind of grace that makes men hesitate. She wears tailored navy pants, a white silk blouse, and I notice she has a holster concealed under her navy blazer. Not the kind of woman you’d fuck with unless you had a death wish.

She spots us instantly and heads over, moving with lethal precision.

“Radomir, Oleksi, and Sabrina, I presume?” Her British accent makes her voice smooth and crisp. “I’m Syd Purdy. Nikolas sent me.”

"I hope we get to see the rare golden tiger here," Sabrina says, pulling off her sunglasses and eyeing Syd suspiciously.

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