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“He needs to go to America,” Sarai said. “I have a friend who works at a children’s hospital in Seattle. We can go there, and she’ll get him fast-tracked. We’ll probably need a bone marrow aspiration and a biopsy. We’ll also do some tests to look for surface markers on the cells, maybe even a lumbar puncture—”

“Yes, he’s going to America,” Wyatt said. “As soon as we can get him on a plane.”

“Except, not with Kat,” York said from where he sat on a straight-backed chair, and the room went quiet. Wyatt would have been sitting also, but after two days on a train, his hips were practically on fire.

He couldn’t pace sitting down anyway.

“What—? Why not?” Coco frowned at him.

“Because we have to assume that Gustov knows you’re still alive.”

“Why?”

“Because none of the people he sent to kill you succeeded.”

The room again went quiet.

Roman shot a look at York. Frowned.

York ignored him. “Listen, the best way to do this is to separate you two.”

“What—?” Coco said.

“No—!”Wyatt’s voice overlapped hers.

“Yes,” Roman said. “If Gustov is after Kat, then Mikka is in danger. But if he travels with Sarai as a patient, she can get him in the USA under an emergency medical visa, even under an assumed name.”

“I’ll go with them,” York said. “I have a name or two I can use.”

If York thought Wyatt was leaving his son in another man’s hands—

“Wyatt,” York said, looking at him. “I need you to get Kat out of the country.”

Huh. He didn’t know why, but having the man turn to him, confidence in his eyes, did a strange thing to Wyatt.

As if someone had just taken a shot on goal and he’d gloved it.

“No problem,” he said. Except, “Any bright ideas on how?”

“Isn’t your team in Vladivostok?” Roman asked.

“Maybe. I don’t know how long our layover was there.”

Roman got up. “Then we need to get you on a train. Tonight. You two can fly out with the team.”

“Wait,” Coco said, rising fast. “No—I’m not leaving my son!”

York had gotten up also, and now he strode across the room. Grabbed her shoulders and met her eyes.

“I will not let anything happen to your son. As long as I have breath inside me, I will protect him.”

Coco breathed in his words. Then he looked at Wyatt. “I give you my word.”

Wyatt met his eyes. Nodded.

Coco sat back down, her breath tremulous.

Sarai scooted in beside her, put her arm around her. “It’ll be okay, I promise.”

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