For the first time in years, Lucian Calloway looked truly unprepared.
Not weak.
Not uncertain.
Just… unprepared for the speed at which his life was rearranging itself.
One hour ago, he'd been planning a rescue operation.
Now?
He was standing in the middle of the safe house war room while Adrian Croft calmly arranged an emergency marriage like he was scheduling a board meeting.
And somehow—
Somehow—
Lucian was the least terrifying person in the room.
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Lucian
"Fuel the jet completely," Lucian said into the phone as he strode toward the private study. "I want wheels up within ninety minutes."
The pilot answered immediately. "Yes, sir."
"Security team?"
"Already assembling."
"Good."
Lucian ended the call and braced one hand against the desk for half a second.
Just half.
Because the second he stopped moving, his thoughts caught up.
Switzerland.
The child.
Vivienne.
Allison.
Marriage.
His jaw tightened.
A soft knock came against the open door.
Lucian looked up.
