red up from the cover, his expression arrogant, his eyes the color of a winter storm. The hea

a humorless smile. A

crucible of London's most ruthless courtrooms. "Isadora." No last name. A legal phantom, a name whispere

as her

ed a secure, encrypted number. I

rne

iar voice came through the line. "You s

warmth. "I'm sending you a link. Th

out this? That's not just a case, Izzy. That's him.

ity. Not all of it, but enough. He knew she had fled New York with two infants

me," she said, her vo

ern. "You've built a fortress around yourself here. Going back ther

ed flatly. The words were a sentence, abs

nto a million pieces, Izzy. I was the one who helped you glue them

e said. "For Leo, I'll do anything.

deserve this one," Cornell muttered, the affection and pa

piece of leverage we have. I want Sinclair Holdings to have no

Cornell promised. "Th

, his small chest rising and falling in a shallow rhythm. The machines beside

ove," she whispered to

wasn't asleep. He had heard every word. He knew

his voice weak. "I'm sorry I make you worry so much." He looked a

. "Don't you worry about that. I've found a way to make you better. A real cure.

nuine hope. "Really? So I'm not going to

thick with unshed tears. "W

the cost. She had already lost one

ied the hopeful smile. She watched as his small hands clenched into fists under the th

ieve it. He noticed a stran

was no hope of recovery. But finding a match was a extremely lengthy proc

s probably just trying to comfort him. But he wasn't rea

ery happy. He only hopes that in his next life, he'll have

ut it must be very dangerous. He felt guilty. The incredibly smart Leo clenched his little fists und

stripped off the soft cashmere sweater, the uniform of a worried mother

k. She slid on a pair of frameless, anti-glare glasses, a shield to hi

ror. The woman looking back was a stran

ulian," she whisper