—Damon—
Korea. She's probably in South Korea. I'd already guessed that. That's where the bastard is—the one Damien warned me about. I'd seen his face. It was familiar, though I can't quite place where. We'd been hunting him too.
But my wife… my damn wife was always ten steps ahead. I have to hand it to her—and to the ghosts she commands.
I'm already on the plane, heading straight for her. I don't know where in Korea she is exactly, but her beauty is unmistakable. Unless she's wearing some kind of disguise, people will notice her.
I tapped my fingers against the armrest as a flight attendant handed me a drink.
"I still don't get why you dragged me along," Damien muttered from the seat beside me.
"Think of it as a vacation."
"Vacation? Damn it, I don't want a vacation. Laura's alone, and—"
"Laura's a big girl," I cut in. "She can handle herself. She doesn't need a bodyguard every second."
