KILLIAN’S POV

When Vance went missing after the attack on his car, I went ballistic. I flew to Washington DC with Arran and Maurice. We arrived at the villa and the minute Old Madam Adira saw me walking into the living room she burst out crying.

I rushed over and embraced her as my body shook in fear. The fear of losing Vance.

“He said you had a bad feeling about this,” she mumbled, sniffling.

“I did,” I whispered sadly. “Sit tight and leave ...