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“Ella! Wake up. Quick.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

BRAYDEN

Brayden had just sat back down at his desk when the door flung open. Vincent walked in, looking like he was about to erupt. His face red and shoulders bunched.

“What’s wrong?” He stood back up abruptly.

Willow?

Yes.

He somewhat relaxed hearing her voice in his head.

Are you and Isabella alright?

Yes, why?

Thank God, but now he had to explain.

Nothing.

Bullshit. What’s happened?

Trust him to mate with a bright and demanding female. He had promised not to keep things from her after she was kidnapped. Anxiety had plagued her, and this was part of how she managed it.

He’d failed to protect her once before, and Brayden still hadn’t forgiven himself.

He doubted he ever would.

So, while it wasn’t normal operating procedure to share military information with a mate, even the princess, these were unprecedented times.

I don’t know. Give me a few minutes.

Bray!

Two minutes, Willow.

“Stop telepathing the princess.” The king slammed the door behind him and Brayden went on full alert, his blood pumping double speed in his veins.

Ari teleported into his office.

What the fuck was going on?

That he didn’t know about...

“Nikolay is in Moscow,” the king announced, sliding his angry gaze from Brayden to Ari.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” the ancient vampire responded.

Oh.

Brayden sat back down.

“I heard. The tech team just messaged to say they had picked him up on facial recognition at a private airfield. I’ve advised Kurt.” Brayden leaned back in his chair, waiting for the two vampires to chill the fuck out.

They didn’t.