"I don't know what he thinks," I say, watching a black car pull up to the curb below. "But he doesn't have proof of her location. I intend to keep it that way until I have a solid plan."
Myles exhales heavily. "That's why you wouldn't bring her to London."
I nod. "The entire Bratva thinks she's an Andropov spy thanks to Leonid and Ilya. The number of men still loyal to me shrinks by the day. Who can blame them? I already have one black mark courtesy of my cheating ex-wife. I can't be seen with another woman whose loyalties are questioned."
"Christ." Myles runs both hands through his hair. "What about telling Leonid about the baby?"
A bitter laugh is my only response.
"Surely he wouldn't order the death of a woman carrying his grandchild?"
The horror in Myles's voice would be touching
