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I woke to all hell breaking loose in my home. I belted on the long, blue silk robe Alyona had had made for me for my last birthday and went down to the kitchen.
Bryan noticed me standing in the doorway, and he got a cup, filled it with coffee, and handed it to me. “Sorry we woke you.”
“Thank you.” I added cream and sugar and took a cautious sip. “What’s going on?”
“Vincent called,” Gregor snarled.
My heart clenched. “What’s wrong?”
“Apparently Quinn was more battered than he let on. Vincent said he’s keeping him in Paris for another twenty-four hours.” Tony refilled his coffee cup.
“Yeah, well, I say we fly to Paris, just to make sure Vincent isn’t keeping him there under duress.”
“Gregor, why would he do that?”
“How the hell should I know? He’s Vincent! He does whatever the hell he wants!”