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“Where’s Ashaki now?” Declan inquired.

“Connecticut. After her father died, she reached out to Landry asking for his protection,” Tatiana informed us.

“Good play. Assuming Landry doesn’t know she’s really not the prince’s daughter. Which I gotta tell you, with what we know about Landry he seems to be omniscient. My bet is he knows and is keeping her close until he can get rid of her,” Declan concluded.

“Not our problem. The woman has proven to be committed, and by that I mean, really fucking committed to her job and she’s resourceful,” Brooks said, and his brows pulled together, probably remembering seeing Ashaki in a full-on make-out session with a man who he’d thought at the time was her father.

The door to Brooks’ room opened and Kyle came through with my pack slung over his shoulder, Emerson’s dangling from his forearm, and he was carrying something in his hand.

He also looked pissed.

“What’s that?” Max beat me to the question.

“Found this on the kitchen table.”

“Kitchen table? In my room?” I queried.

“Yep.” He dumped our bags on the floor, made his way to the sitting area, and placed a piece of paper down on the table. On top of that, a peacock feather.

“What the fuck?” Brooks exploded and I knew why.

Tatiana had been left behind unprotected. If someone had been in my room again, that meant they were close enough to his wife to snatch her for a second time in one evening.

My eyes scanned the note and bitter fury raced up my spine.

“Thaddeus…”

Emerson may’ve said more but I couldn’t hear a damn word she said as I read the threatening note a second time.

May this serve as your only warning. Your unwelcomed intrusion has been noted and is not appreciated. We would hope you now fully understand how vulnerable you all are. If it was this easy for us to procure Ms. Pierce while Mrs. Miller was so close, think how easy it would be for Mrs. Lewis or Mrs. Anderson-Doyle to disappear. Their safe returns will not be guaranteed.

We are watching.

We are watching.

They’re fucking watching?

Hell to the motherfucking no.

I got to my feet and Emerson held on like a monkey.

“Get down, Emerson.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Stop and think, Thaddeus. Let’s sit down and think about this.”

“She’s right, sit down,” Declan barked.

Hell. No.

“They took my woman,” I thundered and felt Emerson jerk. “With his wife in the next goddamned room.” I stabbed my finger in Brooks’ direction. His expression mirrored my own. “And they’re fucking watching? Ivy? Erin? Zane, Colin, and the president are going to lose their ever-loving minds. And you want me to sit down?”

“That’s exactly why you need to sit down and we need to regroup,” he explained.

“Call Garrett, we need a flight to Connecticut,” I told him.