Henry was not having it when his mom clamped a hand over his mouth. He yanked at her fingers and, in his tiny, stubborn voice, yelled, “Poopy weirdo!”
You have to understand, the last time he picked up a phrase—“Check, please!”—from his dad, he paraded it around the house for two whole days. Now, he’d finally learned something new, and he wasn’t about to let it go to waste.
Andre couldn’t help but be a little impressed by his son’s tenacity.
“Weapons?” Annie shot a look at her sister.
Maja’s gaze slipped away, not daring to glance at the necklace around Annie’s neck. “No weapons,” she replied, a little too quickly.
Miles edged closer, voice clipped. “Ms. Maja, we’re all on the clock here. Let’s cut to the chase.”
Andre turned, keeping a close eye on the trio, while quietly assessing the room, piecing things together behind his calm expression.
“Ms. Maja, whatever was hidden under your engagement ring—where did it end up?”
There’d been a tiny compartment hidden under Maja’s ring, revealed when it got scorched in the fire. But now, it was empty.
Miles knew she’d moved the secret, but where to? That was the million-dollar question.
A ring, a hidden object, weapons… Annie’s eyes sparkled as she locked eyes with her sister.
Suddenly, it clicked. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively looked down at her own neck, but Maja squeezed her hand tight, stopping her.
That subtle warning said it all.
“Sis…” she started—so that’s where it was, hanging right around her neck!
No wonder her sister had been so reluctant when she gave her the necklace, hesitating, words on the tip of her tongue. She’d even told her, if she was ever gone, to hold onto the necklace whenever she missed her.
“The Dark Web thinks they can pull an Asher, just because of that batch of weapons? That’s a stretch,” Andre said, voice cool as ice.
Miles wasn’t interested in arguing. Right now, all that mattered was finding the stash.
Everyone—including Conner—snapped their heads toward the sound. Two seconds ticked by, but there was no follow-up shot. No exchange, at least not yet. Conner kept his cool: “Northwest corner. That’s where it came from!”
Everyone zeroed in on the location. If shots were coming from there, that’s where Andre and the others must be.
Moments later, more gunfire erupted.
But this time, it wasn’t from inside the Dark Web compound.
A large, organized group suddenly swept in from the back, jogging in perfect sync behind a black SUV.
The front car sped up and stopped at the entrance. The door swung open, and out stepped a woman in a stunning red dress.
She strode forward in heels, an entire squad of soldiers lined up at attention behind her.
The whole scene had so much pomp, it could only mean one thing—royalty had arrived.

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