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Every husband in this room has wives.

They understand.

Adrik actually looks amused.

“Need to answer that?”

“Sorry, Mr. Volkov, but yeah.”

He nods once.

Twenty-Eight

Kai

Permission granted.

Not that I'd have waited for it.

Because if Mary says urgent?

Nothing else matters.

I'm already moving.

I step into the hallway.

And immediately call her.

“Mary?”

My heart is pounding.

A dozen scenarios run through my head.

Car accident.

Flat tire.

Someone followed her home.

Jonas.

Sarkisians.

Kidnapping.

Because apparently dating a schoolteacher has transformed me into a paranoid lunatic.

“Kai? Um... hi.”

I close my eyes.

Relief crashes through me.

She's okay.

That's her normal voice.