Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Felicity had always been part of the game, even if she never realized it herself.

But up until now, they'd managed to keep her safe.

Now she was in Cossio's hands.

The very thought of it made Mila's blood boil.

What in God's name were those two men thinking?

"Forcing the enemy out of hiding," Forrest said suddenly. "They're probably running out of patience. Besides, even if Cossio is here, it's not easy for him to pin down a location. If Felicity is too well protected, the other side will just grow more cautious... Loosening the guard a bit might actually give us an opening."

It was a risky move, though.

One wrong step and the whole plan would collapse.

It would all come down to who reacted faster.

Mila covered her face with both hands, then let them slide up to clutch the garland atop her head, her knuckles turning white. She gritted her teeth. "I get it. But what if we can't get her back?"

What if something goes wrong again?

There were so many uncertainties.

This was pure gambling-sheer recklessness!

No one seemed to care about Felicity's safety at all.

A bunch of cold-hearted bastards!

a lead... To whisk someone away from a party with this much security, there was no way

were totally in

was all they

...

dipped low in

dusk, an armored car snaked along a winding mountain road, its tires gripping the asphalt

vehicle,

almost otherworldly face was expressionless, icy and remote. But what truly seemed out of place was the delicate, pale woman lying limply in his arms, her skin so translucent

"...Mmm."

escaped the woman's

to her face as she slowly blinked awake, her gaze childlike and pure, clouded in confusion-she seemed completely

she blacked out so suddenly? And why did she wake up to such devastatingly handsome features... It took her a long moment to realize she was lying in a stranger's arms. No, not a complete stranger-they'd met

was

head was swimming. Everything

but a sharp pain stabbed through her skull, as though she'd been struck from behind.

aching temple. As the man leaned closer, the heavy scent of roses enveloped her-rich, dizzying, and

as she breathed it in, the pain in her head softened, enough for her to let out a shaky breath. Her hand, weak and trembling, came to rest on his chest, and her body instinctively leaned toward

...That scent.

it still hurt?" The man's voice was low, deep, right by her ear. Felicity

panic rising, and she tried to pull away. She didn't

escaping.

arm locked around her waist, holding her firmly against him.

senses, and for a

angel, have you forgotten

Little angel?