Robin caught the pillow, pausing for a second.Then he walked to the wardrobe, grabbed my trench coat, and strode back, draping it over my bare shoulders."Get dressed," he said. "You're coming with me."I blinked. "What?""I'm not breaking my promise," Robin said, grabbing my hand. His palm was burning hot. "If I don't go, I'll have the family elders on my back. But I swear to you, once we confirm she's alive, I'll let you deal with the rest."He added, "And you're right. This mess is on me. When we get back, I'm all yours."That sounded more like it.I put on my clothes, my face a cold mask. If this was the game he wanted to play, I'd see it through.Robin held my hand tightly as we rushed out of the mansion with a team of guards.The butler handed him a note. "Don, Miss Isabella left this."Robin scanned it and passed it to me. In neat, delicate handwriting, it said: Robin, I can't be a burden to you anymore. I'm going to be with my father. Don't look for me."Split up," Robin order
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