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“Like fuck! That is my future wife you’re talking about!”

Silence erupted around me. I’d never said it out loud before, but from the moment I heard her voice in that conference room and realised it was her, she was mine. Forever.

“What do we do?” Ash asked, trying to broker peace between us.

Jordan’s gaze locked on mine. “You heard the man. We’re searching for his wayward fiancée and need to get her home.”

“Your tracking system earlier said she was somewhere in the South of England.” I nodded to the screen as if it was still there.

“I’ll search for any properties listed under either of her parents’ names. The Council is going to have our ass for this,” he murmured with a dark smile on his face.

“They need to find out first,” I replied. “If we get her back, they never need to know she’s even alive.”

Adrenalin pumped through my veins since we finally had something to work with.

A phone rang on a top screen.

This is Cassandra, leave a message.

“Cas, what the hell is going on? Jordan was here asking questions about you and hinting he knew you were using a different name. Call me. If you don’t, I’m heading to your hideaway this weekend.”

“That’s Megan’s phone,” Jordan said without looking up. “I guess she does know more than she said. Looks like someone is going to be punished for lying to me.”

The smirk on his face said he would enjoy doling out that punishment onto her bare ass. Jordan was one of the masters in The Twilight Rooms and excelled at teaching the new subs.

“There are a few properties still in the family name. Most of them have been rented out over the years, but two of them remain empty. Guess who the solicitor was involved in the original contracts for the property lettings?”

I groaned, lifting a pen to twirl it through my middle three fingers like a mini baton. “She kept herself on the periphery of her old life, as if she couldn’t fully let go.”

“Makes her an easier target to find if anyone is still looking for her,” Ash said, rubbing his eyes. We’d been at this for days without a let-up.

Her apartment now had CCTV in it that I could watch remotely in case she came back. Right now, I needed a shower and some decent whiskey. I’d worry about the rest tomorrow.

“Can we get eyes on that property?” I asked, throwing the pen on the desk.

“Yeah. It’ll take me a few hours to organise,” Jordan replied, steepling his hands under his chin.

“Go home tonight. She hasn’t done anything so far to alert anyone. Let’s be honest; if it’s anything to do with the Council, your phone would have rung by now.”

Jordan barked out a hollow laugh. “Isn’t that the truth.”

“I’m heading to The Midnight Rooms,” Ash said. “Any takers?”

“Maybe later,” Jordan replied.

“Nah, I’m heading home to try and actually get some sleep. At this rate I’ll be a zombie by tomorrow. Maybe my whiskey collection will help me.”

Pushing myself to my feet, I waved to the two men still sitting at our operations centre. It was set up to look like an IT company, when in actuality, only the three of us ever worked here. Every desk had access to different systems worldwide, and the main desk with all the screens interfaced with most of them.

My apartment felt cold and empty, even with the fire blazing. I’d spent most of my adult life craving my own company, but the past two months had changed me. I needed to find bras hanging on door handles and long hairs in the shower. Suddenly, the pristine cleanliness of my home felt devoid of life. Tomorrow I was going to visit every single property on that list until I found Cassandra and brought her home where she belonged.

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Chapter Six

Cassandra

Three days and I was already beginning to crumble under the strain of being away from my tiny apartment in a part of London where no one would ever think to look for me. Worse was the fact that I missed Xavier. The longer I stayed away, the more I rationalised what had happened the other night.

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