Dominic
The text message still burned in my mind as morning light filtered through our bedroom curtains. "What you love most is what you'll lose first." Such a simple threat, yet it had kept me awake most of the night, my arm wrapped protectively around Emma as she slept.
I carefully slipped from bed, moving silently to avoid waking her. She needed her rest, especially with the Paris exhibition approaching. Standing at the window, I studied the street below through a narrow gap in the curtains. One of James's security team was visible near the building entrance, attempting to look casual while maintaining constant vigilance. Another would be positioned at the rear exit, and at least two more monitoring building access points.
Not enough. Not nearly enough if Robert was truly determined.
