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The way back to the complex flew by unnoticed. Gray rode the motorcycle easily and expertly, but he was driving. Grisha, on the other hand, knew how to fly, and, clinging to another man, I recalled how my man and I flew from the southern cottage to the city, and how scared I was then that we would crash along the way. Now I would give a lot for this fear in exchange for others.

Because of the bastard Koppel, there was no peace for anyone, and despite the late hour, Rosa, Marta and Evelina wandered sleepily around the penthouse. I did not pay much attention to them and, having checked my son, went to my room. The day was busy and was about to end, but ahead of me was not sleep and rest, but work. A lot of work.

I hoped that I managed to slip through and Koppel's mercenaries again did not see anything suspicious in the motorcyclists leaving the complex. They could have followed us to the manor, but my guys all, as one, claimed that there were no tails.

I just had to believe them, but on
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