Anastasia’s expression darkened. “So I was right?”
She’d warned Thomas, but clearly, her words had gone in one ear and out the other.
“Yes. Something’s happened to Thomas.” Since she’d already guessed it, Logan saw no point in hiding the truth any longer. “He heard about Alice’s accident and snuck off alone to try and rescue her.”
The result was all too predictable. Whoever had set up this trap for Mr. Harrison Lancaster had planned every detail. Thomas barging in alone—what else could he be but a lamb to the slaughter?
And now, things had gone from bad to worse. Originally, it was just Alice. Harrison didn’t care much about what happened to her, so the kidnappers’ leverage was limited.
But with Thomas added to the mix, everything changed.
Thomas was one of Harrison’s most trusted men, far more important to him than Alice ever was. There was no way Harrison would just stand by.
Anastasia took a deep breath, forcing down the surge of anger.
“So what now? Are you telling me Harrison’s supposed to go save him in person?”
Logan’s face was grim. If Thomas were here, he’d have half a mind to throttle the man himself.
“The kidnappers made it clear. If Harrison doesn’t come himself, they’ll send Thomas home in a body bag.”
Anastasia fell silent, her mind racing.
Let Harrison go? She’d never agree to that.
The kidnappers’ brazen demands meant they were confident, ready to take on Harrison and not come out worse for it. If Harrison went, there was every chance he’d walk right into their hands—just like last time.
Risk her husband’s life to save Thomas, who’d clearly lost his mind? Not a chance.
But Thomas was one of Harrison’s inner circle. If he was captured, there was no telling how much he might reveal. He’d proven his loyalty over the years, even risking his life for Harrison more than once...
Anastasia frowned deeply, turning the problem over and over until, finally, she made up her mind.
“Don’t tell Harrison. I’ll go with you.”
Logan’s eyes widened in shock. “You can’t be serious!”
It was reckless, to say the least. She was hardly more capable than Thomas—wouldn’t she just be another hostage?
Anastasia nodded and hurried upstairs.
She ducked into her small study, rummaged through a drawer until she found a stick of soothing incense, then returned to the bedroom.
As soon as she reached the bed, Harrison pulled her into his arms.
“What took you so long?”
He caught a whiff of unfamiliar fragrance and opened his eyes, glancing toward the nightstand. “What’s that smell?”
Anastasia blinked innocently. “Just couldn’t sleep. I thought a little aromatherapy might help.”
Harrison nearly laughed. After how soundly she’d slept before, she was claiming insomnia?
But it was a harmless quirk, so he let it go, tousling her hair. “Alright. Get some rest.”
He glanced at the time and started to get up.
Anastasia grabbed his arm in a panic. “Where are you going?”
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