Page 245 of Enemies

“He was in London today for meetings,” I prod.

“Damage control because he forgot to sign a lease renewal for one of his clubs, and Ivanov swooped in and made a better offer.”

Shit. This has gone further than I realized. Harrison’s taking his eye off his own business. He’s been so caught up in sabotage he’s hurt himself.

“Forgetting to renew the lease was a mistake,” she says as if reading my thoughts, “but he’s always known what’s best.”

I want to have the same faith as Leni that Harrison has things under control, but I can’t. He’s wielding his power recklessly, escalating what’s between him and Mischa when I had hoped he would back down.

I squeeze my wrist, a habit, and glance down when I feel only skin and not the cool metal I’ve gotten used to again these past few weeks.

My bracelet.

I had it on earlier, but now, it’s gone.

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RAE

I’m still agitated from the conversation with Leni when I try calling Ash but get no answer.

So, I head directly to the hotel, speaking to the staff by the pool in case anyone found my bracelet.

No luck.

I head upstairs and quietly let myself into Ash’s suite with the key he insisted I keep in case something came up.

There’s no sign of the jewelry in the kitchen or living room or bathroom, the only spots I was in when I was here.

But something else is off.

Ash’s door is open a crack, but there’s no sound from within. Not even his light snoring. Alarm bells go off in my head.

I throw open the door of Ash’s room, see his stuff still there. No Ash. No Gavin. In fact, I don’t see anything to indicate anyone other than Ash has been sleeping in this room.

But on the bedside table…

There’s a collection of bags and pills.

No. Shit. Shit, shit. Has he been using the whole time?

I try Ash again. Still no answer.

Next, I hit a contact on speed dial.

“Harrison, it’s me,” I bite into the voicemail. “Ash is gone. Something’s wrong.”

I head downstairs and get into the car with my driver and security.

“Where to?” the driver asks.

That’s when I realize I have no idea.

“Where would he go?” I mutter, thinking back to the room. There were no suitcases. No shoes belonging to anyone but Ash.

I know what happened. “Where is Heaven’s Gate?”

“It’s difficult to get to.”

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