Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

As she awaited word from Fitch, she had lan taken to Greenfield Gardens and made a point to scrutinize every individual there.

No one raised her suspicions, so she turned to Jeff.

"Who did he meet with today?"

Jeff recounted the day's encounters.

Maja settled calmly onto the couch. If it was Bernard, there was no cause for concern.

What step had gone awry?

She called for Beck.

"Beck, when you guys were searching over in Cania, did you cacross a man who looked a lot like lan? My first night in Cania,

sguy posing as lan cto pickup. He bore a striking resemblance to lan. Lately, there haven't been any suspicious

characters around me, and I've almost got the measure of everyone else. It's just that man; I still don't know which side he's

playing for."

And with the research facility's affairs being a thing of the past, it was odd that the man's faction hadn't made a move.

Was it because they had already acted, or because they hadn't?

With the enemy in the shadows and them in the light, they needed to get to the bottom of this.

"I've never seen this man, but considering you were almost fooled, he must look a lot like lan. Was he targeting you?"

he tried to whiskaway, but lan calledjust in time, and I realized

darkened. Someone that could pass for lan was a serious threat. What if

out splot?

what's your

upstairs to the bedroom where lan

them and went over to grasp lan's hand, her voice

have something they want. They failed last time, so they'll definitely use that

out cold, I bet someone will try to take

us. Otherwise, as long as lan is here, it's hard for

had suddenly lost consciousness—the people behind that

held his hand tight,

has always troubled me. Lately, I've been thinking about all the

most plausible. So, we'll see who

laid lan's hand against her cheek,

an end to all this and have a

closer, affectionately ruffling her

talk to Fitch and get our big brother involved. He's sharper than I am, and with his influence, Abner will

sorted out quickly, then we can

Dad doing?

better. He's up and walking now, keeps asking about you. But he gets winded after just a few steps, can't fly yet. I

recuperate, and once

shifting back to lan's peaceful

he'd been enduring

sleeping at night, tormented in the small hours by whatever plagued

on Phil and Philip. Since the earthquake,

easy to kill."

no leads yet. Philip

under the blanket and patted it gently, "Then we wait and see