XAVIER'S POV

After that call, I felt like the air had finally cleared around me. Relief spread through my chest so powerfully that it almost hurt. For the first time in months, there was hope. A real chance. Davis had confirmed it—Melissa was alive, she was well, and she was in London. That one word—London—felt like oxygen rushing into my lungs.

Now, all that was left was finding her exact location.

I’d already asked Davis to keep in touch with his sources, to dig deeper, ...