I shoot Grace a questioning look over my mother’s shoulder, but the other woman shrugs in response.

“I’m just relieved that you’re okay.” Mama tucks a lock of hair behind my ear and pats my shoulder.

I frown in confusion. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Is she referring to the Russian situation? I can’t imagine my father hasn’t kept her up-to-date with the recent developments. “Roman never let me out of his sight, Mama. I was perfectly safe the ...