Page 172 of Damián

I look up at Serena. “How did Rafael find out?”

“Like an hour ago, a young man came to the house. Fit, brown hair, and with these flashy blue glasses.”

Fuck… Kai.

“Alexios, Kai came to the house and told Rafael.”

Over the line, I hear Alexios ordering Björn to go get Finnian and everyone at the bakery who could be compromised thanks to Kai’s stupidity.

Oh, my God… what if Kai is with Damián? What if he got to him first?

Alexios returns to the call. “Oliver, do you have the emergency Burst?”

I pull my keys from my pocket and unlock the hidden box inside my desk drawer, pulling out the special radio Damián gave me. “I have it.”

“Use it for audio.”

“But if Rafael knows, he’ll be trying to trace our signals.”

“The Burst radio’s frequency is only active for zero-point-one seconds per transmission,” he explains. “They won’t be able to trace it.”

“Got it.” I look over at Serena, and I see the absolute terror she’s going through, so I make a split-second decision. “Alexios, I need your help with two extractions. We need to pull Serena out.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Very sure.”

“Then send her to Holden, and tell her to ask at the front desk to help her with her Uppercuts. Björn will pick her up from there in an hour.”

“And… is there any way someone can get to Switzerland and secure my sister?” I ask, and Serena lets out a choked sob of relief, covering her mouth as the tears finally spill over her cheeks.

“Sure, Logan has contacts there. We will let you know once we have her.”

“Thank you… And Alexios, please let me know the second you make contact with Damián.”

“Will do,” he says, and the line goes dead.

“Serena, get your passports, jewels, or anything you need to get away, and make sure to leave your phone here.” I take out a notepad and start writing the directions. “Remember the fighter your friend has the hots for?”

“Sawyer?”

“Go to their gym, tell whoever is at the front desk to help you with your Uppercut, and they will tell you what to do.” I give her the note. While she reads it, I pull out my phone and search online for images of Björn.

I find one from a movie premiere and show it to her.

“This man is Björn Eriksson; he will pick you up at that location. Go with him wherever he takes you, and do whatever he says.”

“What about Clara?”

“They’ll get her somewhere safe today.”

Serena runs to me and throws her arms around my neck. “Thank you, Ollie.”

I hug her back, squeezing tightly so I don’t cry. “Sorry for not noticing.”

“Don’t be,” she whispers. “I made it so no one did.”

KNOCK! KNOCK!