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the essence.

She needed to get to the location where the photo was takenā€”Tallinn, Estoniaā€”and start there. Nothing less would do. But field work was not something with which she was familiar; she conducted her war from her own personal fortress, and the trenches were as foreign to her as the moon.

If she was to find Hannah, she would need help.

Sam, she thought, but Sam was getting married in a week. He was her sole friend in the world, her family by bond if not blood, and she knew he would come if she asked, but heā€™d been through enough on her behalf. Heā€™d already saved her once.

She couldnā€™t ask it of him again. Besides, the badge he carried held no weight overseas.

There were others, men and women she worked with, contacts sheā€™d made, fellow soldiers in the war against human deprivation, but they, too, were busy. And their work was important.

Which left onlyā€¦.him.

Lazarus.

The bane of her existence; a man who tracked her as if she were a wounded, bleeding animal. Because if he was who she thought he wasā€”and she was pretty sure he wasā€”he was in a unique and powerful position to help her. And no matter how conflicted he made her feel, she would take advantage of that. Of him.

For Hannah, there was nothing she wouldnā€™t do.

ā€œShit,ā€ she muttered, her hands clenching around the papers she held.

She stared down at the words sheā€™d amassed, the scraps produced by hours of tireless research. Behind her, the TV flickered, and The Breakfast Club inhaled.

ā€œShit,ā€ she said again. Because it was inevitable. Choice was a luxury she didnā€™t have. Not in this. No matter the repercussions.

Unfortunately, she had no clueā€”

Good morning, a rį»©nsearc.

I dreamt of you last night.

Do you ever dream of me?

ā€œGoddamn it,ā€ she hissed, her heart leaping to life when the letters populated on the screen she sat before, his timing so incredibly perfect it was suspect.

Still, no choice.

Her jaw clenched, but in her belly, butterflies took flight.

And part of her, a part she hadnā€™t even known existed until this infuriating man had infiltrated her world, roared to life.

Do you ever dream of me?

He didnā€™t expect a response.

In the six months Cian had spent cajoling his Aequitasā€”also known as Honor Genoveseā€”into communication, sheā€™d only ever replied a handful of timesā€”mostly to tell him to go fuck himself.

Good, then, that he was a tenacious bastard. Because regardless of Honorā€™s refusal to talk to him, he wasnā€™t giving up.

He planned on keeping her.

As heā€™d told her, they were the same. Driven by blood and vengeance and accountability. Righting the wrongs; warriors of the wounded. Dedicated to something bigger than themselves.

He would have never predicted the events that had unfolded before him, but he was no fool.

He knew a miracle when he received one.

And if she was a little obstinate in sharing his visionā€¦well. He had all the time in the world.

Heā€™d already spent five years tracking her down, countless hours whittled away surfing the electronic highways of the world until heā€™d managed to pinpoint her location. And if she hadnā€™t been who she wasā€”taking the risks she tookā€”he would have never succeeded.

He would have never known she existed at all. No, heā€™d found her by accident. Unexpected, stunning; captivating as hell. Sharp and efficient as any blade.

He hadnā€™t expected the single, unilateral stroke that had changed his life, and if part of him had bucked at the perceived lossā€”after all, she hadnā€™t owned that moment of vengeance aloneā€”when heā€™d come to understand who she was, and why sheā€™d cleaved his revenge out from beneath him, he forgave her. Because it was hers as well as his, and when sheā€™d acted, sheā€™d avenged them both.

Whether she knew it or not.

His unknowingā€”and, he suspected, quite unwillingā€”champion. The biggest temptation heā€™d ever faced.

A delicate scalpel to his serrated blade. His perfect match. If only she wouldā€”

I donā€™t dream.

I need your help.

Cian blinked. He stared at his computer screen, and every muscle lining his frame went taut.

Well?

For a moment, he didnā€™t move. Frozen, his heart thudding hard, his blood a sudden, furious rush. And then his fingers kicked in. ā€œTook you long enough.ā€

Suck it.

Which made him laugh, half-disbelief, half-delight. ā€œWhat can I help you with, a rį»©nsearc?ā€

Stop calling me that.

I needā€¦

No matter the miles that separated them, he could always read her. The fury, the pain, the frustration. The temptation she fought so valiantly, never realizing she couldnā€™t possibly win.

They were fated. Nothing could stop that, not even her.

And her fear now was sharp and ripe, like the air that streamed in the window next to him, salty with the sea. She was pushing herself. Taking a risk. On him.

Finally.

ā€œTell me,ā€ he whispered, coaxing her with his keys.

This doesnā€™t mean anything.

That Iā€™m asking for help.

Youā€™re justā€¦the most convenient man for the job.

Cian didnā€™t care. She was coming to him. That was all that mattered. ā€œWhat can I do for you?ā€

A long pause that made panic lick through him. Then:

Thereā€™s someone Iā€™ve been looking for.

I found her.

He knew immediately who she was talking about: her sister, Hannah. The child sheā€™d admitted she was searching for during the one, true conversation theyā€™d had. The child Vladimir Dragunovā€™s men had stolen after theyā€™d killed Honorā€™s father and brother and left her to die in a pool of her own blood.

He wished they werenā€™t dead, so that he could kill them.

ā€œDo you want me to bring her to you?ā€ he typed, everything within him stilling as he awaited her answer.

Another long pause.

No.

I want you to take me to her.

Adrenaline slammed into him. ā€œI can do that.ā€

Just a ride, some help on the ground.

Thatā€™s all Iā€™m asking.

Oh, but she would get so much more. She didnā€™t even know.

He laughed again, and the relief and exultation he heard told him he wasnā€™t truly as patient as he liked to believe. He wanted her beside him. Working, playing. Being. Because he knew she didnā€™t live, not truly, and he was determined to change that. To give her the life she sacrificed in order to placate the fury and pain that drove her.

Separate they were powerful; together they would be unstoppable. ā€œYou know Iā€™ll help. Always.ā€

Donā€™t make this into something it isnā€™t.

You say youā€™re my friendā€”so be one.

He could do that, too. Because he had to start somewhere. ā€œWhen?ā€

I can meet you at Charles de Gaulle in the morning.

Can you do that?

He would fly to the fucking moon if necessary. ā€œYes. Where are we going?ā€

Estonia.

His smile widened, and he turned to look out at the vast, deep blue stretch of the Gulf of Finland. The most convenient man for the job.

Apparently so. Lucky bastard. ā€œWhat else?ā€

She hesitated again, and his fingers stilled.

All I have is a photo and a general location.

Satisfaction slid through him. She was sharing. Trusting. And it didnā€™t matter, that he knew she despised the necessity, that it wasā€”he wasā€”nothing more than a necessary evil.

Sheā€™d come to him. Freely. His pathologically careful woman was throwing caution to the wind. It was more than heā€™d dared hope for. And he wouldnā€™t squander the concession.

Not in any way.

ā€œSend it to me.ā€ He typed in his private email, aware that he was trusting, too.

Because she wasnā€™t the only one hunted. But sheā€™d obviously figured out who he was; not that heā€™d tried to hide. He needed her to understand who he was.

Why?

So belligerent. Honest and funny and

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