Five years later.The London skyline is golden with a silent sunset. From the penthouse balcony, Sabatine Rogers watches the city breathe-steady, alive, unafraid.Indoors, peals of laughter spill into the evening air.Anton’s laughter.It still takes her by surprise, now and then—how light it is, now, how unencumbered. The man who once bore the weight of empires and opponents kneels on the living room floor, attempting to put together some sort of robotic toy at the instructions of two small, highly opinionated children.“Papa, that’s upside down,” she scolds, with an authority far beyond her years.Anton squints: “I’m sure it’s strategic.”The son giggles and crawls into Sabatine's arms the second she steps inside. She presses a kiss to his curls, breathing him in like he is the miracle that she never planned for but cannot imagine her life without now.He follows her out onto the balcony later that night, after the children have gone to sleep. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he l
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