Every husband in this room has wives.
They understand.
Adrik actually looks amused.
“Need to answer that?”
“Sorry, Mr. Volkov, but yeah.”
He nods once.
Twenty-Eight
Kai
Permission granted.
Not that I'd have waited for it.
Because if Mary says urgent?
Nothing else matters.
I'm already moving.
I step into the hallway.
And immediately call her.
“Mary?”
My heart is pounding.
A dozen scenarios run through my head.
Car accident.
Flat tire.
Someone followed her home.
Jonas.
Sarkisians.
Kidnapping.
Because apparently dating a schoolteacher has transformed me into a paranoid lunatic.
“Kai? Um... hi.”
I close my eyes.
Relief crashes through me.
She's okay.
That's her normal voice.