Kirill was visibly on edge, staring out the window of the moving car. Everything was scheduled for tomorrow, yet there had been no contact with Egor for days. Still, no one even considered calling it off.
Milena was with them. She was supposed to know the location well—and where her daughter might be kept. But the woman was even more agitated than Kirill himself.
The Alpha’s phone rang, and everyone in the car turned their heads toward it automatically. A message arrived from an unknown number with an address and a request to come immediately.
“What does it say?” Miroslav Yuryevich asked from the back seat.
“An address. From Egor. Where we’re supposed to go.”
“What address?” Milena asked, taking the phone and reading the message. Her face changed instantly. “This is a country estate b
