Page 71 of Excalibur


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“Give him time. You make him happy. And if any man deserves that, it’s Bram.”

Addie thought of everything he’d told her about his mother and sister. She was going to make him happy. She rubbed her belly. Her and their babies.

Hex’s computer pinged and she whirled.

“What is it?” Addie asked.

“Facial recognition got a hit.” The hacker frowned. “It’s only a partial match. It can’t be right. It’s from a traffic camera in Georgia.”

“Georgia?” Her pulse leaped. “Maybe he’s heading south? Maybe he’s given up?”

“As much as I might want to believe it, I don’t think Bram will trust it. Not until he has Kozlov for himself.”

“So maybe this image isn’t Kozlov?” Addie asked.

Hex tapped and the image appeared on the screen. It showed a man in profile, sitting in the driver’s seat of a truck with a ball cap pulled low. It was hard to tell.

“Maybe,” Hex said.

Addie’s phone started vibrating and she pulled it out. The display read,Mom. Her belly clenched. Her mother hadn’t been nice or understanding about the pregnancy. Addie wasn’t sure she wanted to deal with more of that right now.

But she sighed and answered.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Adaline.”

The terror in her mother’s voice froze her. “Mom?”

“He’s going to kill us, Addie.” Her mother’s harsh breathing filled the line. “He’s tied us up. He beat your father.”

God. Addie’s heart stopped. Kozlov had her parents.

“He said he’ll kill us. You have to come, alone, or we’re dead.”

“Mom, stay calm. You’re at home?”

“Yes, Adaline, and he’s not joking. He’s—”

The line went dead.

God, she sucked in a shuddering breath and lifted her head.

“Addie, what’s wrong?” Hex asked.

“Call Bram. Kozlov has my parents.”

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

As soon as Bram stalked into the command center, Addie raced over to him.

He hugged her tightly.

“Bram.” She was fighting back tears. “Kozlov has my parents.”

He hugged her harder. “I’ll fix this.”

“My parents…they aren’t perfect, but they aren’t bad. I love them. I don’t want them hurt.”

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