Lucien didn’t move.
His phone slowly slipped from his hand.
It hit the floor with a dull thud.
No one dared to speak.
I had never seen him look like that.
Not when the jet exploded.
Not when he was shot.
Not even when Adrian disappeared.
This was different.
Pure fear.
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I picked up the phone.
“The call is gone.”
I whispered.
Agent Isabelle immediately held out her hand.
“Let me see.”
Within seconds she had one of her analysts tracing the signal.
The result came back almost instantly.
“It’s been routed through seven countries.”
She looked up grimly.
“It was impossible to trace.”
Damien cursed under his breath.
“They planned this.”
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Lucien finally spoke.
His voice was barely audible.
“She called me Daddy.”
I looked at him.
“What does that mean?”
He closed his ey
