“Ilia Oblensky.” Kai’s spine straightened, and he breathed hard. Ilia was an employee of Gabriel Torrance years ago. Banks had him thrown out of the country when she inherited her father’s estate. “And who’s that?” Michael squinted at the other one who’d gotten out of the SUV. “I can’t tell,” Rika replied. But I stared at the brown head I’d know anywhere, because I knew him well. My God. “Taylor Dinescu,” I whispered. Everyone turned to look at me, my stint in Blackchurch still rearing its ugly head. “Jesus, fuck,” Damon muttered. “How did they find each other?” I had no idea. Maybe there was
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