I grunt. “Kian might get lucky.”
Christian huffs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Declan would fucking kill him.”
I smirk, but it doesn’t reach my eyes.
“Rurik takes the King’s Suite, wife in tow. Two guards posted outside. Stepan’s in K12, Mila next door. The other four rooms go to their men, eight total.”
Kaden frowns. “Which means triple that somewhere close, off-record.”
I glance at him. Smart. He’s right.
Rurik Vostrikov doesn’t show up with just eight bodies. That’d be suicide. Which means either he’s stupid—
Or he wants ustothinkhe is.
I move to the window, look down at the dark sea clawing at the edge of the cliffs. “Let’s hope we don’t need to find out how many they really brought.”
“You checked all the cameras?” I turn to Christian.
“Yes, all of them, including the hidden ones.” He points to the ones they won’t see.
“Good, we need eyes on them at all times.” I already know they will demand for the cameras to be turned off.
We take another walk through the hotel to double-check everything before riding back home.
The gates open, and one of the guards approaches, chuckling.
“Her packages arrived,” he says, grinning. “She took them inside… giggling.”
That can’t be good.
We enter the house. Kaden heads towards my office while I take the stairs. It’s too quiet.
Toofucking quiet.
I stop at her door; there is no sound, no movement.
I should open it, but I need to send the floor plans to Declan first and finalise what else needs prepping.
I head down to the office.
As soon as I walk in, something feels… off.
There’s a scent in the air; it’s sweet, floral, something unfamiliar clinging to the room like a trap. I step inside, pour a drink and turn to see Kaden’s already grinning.
“What?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
He jerks his chin at my glass.
I lift it.
You got this, Bestie.
What the actual fuck?
I blink at it.
Did she—?
