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She’s alive.

She reached her father.

“Navarro sent idiots to that property,” Greg says. “Campbell and his men are former Delta Special Forces. What did he think would happen?”

“He thought they could grab the girl before Campbell knew who she was.”

“They were too late.”

Too late.

Sean knows.

He knows Sage is his daughter.

I press my face against the dirty carpet and fight the urge to cry.

For eighteen years, I wondered what Sean would do if he discovered the truth. Would he hate me for not telling him? Would he believe I gave our daughter away willingly?

None of that matters now.

Sage is with him.

Sean will protect her.

“They caught two of our men,” the driver says. “What if they talk?”

“They don’t know enough to hurt Navarro.”

“They know about the mine.”

Greg goes silent.

So do I.

The vehicle turns sharply, throwing me against the back of the seat.

“Then we move everyone tonight,” Greg says. “The plane leaves before sunrise tomorrow.”

“What about this one?”

“She’s insurance.”

“Against Campbell?”

“Against the girl. Navarro paid for Sage. He intends to collect.”

I open my eyes a fraction.

Dark upholstery. A discarded water bottle. Mud on a man’s boots.

I can’t see the road.

“Campbell won’t trade the girl,” the driver says.

“No,” Greg agrees. “But Sage might trade herself.”

No.