The next morning when Claire woke up and walked out of her room, it surprised her to find her grandma’s small apartment swamped with several men in suits.
They were so many of them she had to rub her eyes and pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t still asleep.
She was not.
All those men had been actually occupying the small drawing room of the apartment. Nothing about the scenario in front of her made even a little bit of sense.
At first, she thought her father or Lucas had finally caught up with her.
And that thought alone gave her a tiny heart attack. Not literally. But you get the point.
Her heart lurched and her legs recoiled. Her first instinct was to make a run for the room she emerged from and lock it until she thought of a better plan. She would not let them drag her back to
