She ordered me and my little girl out of “her house” on Christmas night, never realizing that her son owned the deed and was about to give her 30 days to leave.

“Down!” Ethan tackled me to the floor, shielding my body with his own as the grenade detonated with a blinding flash and an ear-splitting crack of overpressure.

The shockwave blew out the side walls of the carriage, exposing the howling wind of the chasm outside. When the smoke cleared, Ethan was coughing, blood trickling from his ear, but his arms remained locked around me.

Chap 46

“Step away from the child,” Ethan said, rising slowly to his feet, ignoring the blood dripping from his brow. His pistol remained pointed dead at the man’s forehead. “You have five seconds to drop the detonator, or I will dismantle you piece by piece.”

The man smiled, revealing teeth capped in blackened silver. “Kill me, and the magnetic clamps beneath the pod disengage. The girl drops three hundred feet onto the glacier floor.

Even your royal billions can’t buy back broken bones from ice, Prince.”

I stood beside Ethan, keeping my breathing completely still despite the hurricane of terror tearing through my ribs. I lowered my weapon slightly, stepping into the man’s line of sight.

“Who are you?” I demanded. “Who gave you the citadel’s interior access codes?”

The man chuckled, glancing at me with condescending amusement. “You think you defeated Julian and Patricia, don’t you? You thought Patricia was just an arrogant, small-minded old hag screaming on a suburban lawn on Christmas night. How deliciously blind you are.”

He leaned forward slightly, his one good eye glittering with malice. “Patricia Vance was deeply in debt to our auxiliary shell corporations for twenty-five years. Julian was our asset from the day he was born.

She didn’t just throw you out into the snow because she hated your pedigree, Clara—she threw you out because our orders were to isolate Ethan, to strip him of all emotional anchors so we could harvest him.”

My blood ran cold. The image of Patricia standing under the porch light, screaming insults at my three-year-old child while snow fell on Christmas night, flashed through my mind with horrific clarity. It hadn’t just been petty, narcissistic family cruelty—it had been the first tactical move of a global shadow syndicate.

“She knew,” I whispered, horrified. “Patricia knew about this.”

“She didn’t know the full scope,” the man sneered. “She was an arrogant pawn. We promised her total ownership of the estate and forty million dollars if she drove you away and forced Ethan back under Julian’s thumb.

But when Ethan turned out to own the deed—when he crushed Julian and evicted her—she grew desperate. She called our secondary handler from her prison cell. She gave us the emergency maintenance codes Leopold had hidden in the house floorboards thirty years ago. She traded her granddaughter’s life for a promised escape to South America.”

Ethan’s knuckles turned bone-white. The sheer, unfathomable depravity of his mother’s betrayal hung in the air like poison gas.

“She sold her own grandchild,” Ethan whispered, his voice dangerously low.

“Business is business,” the man laughed. “And now, Countess of Montclair, you and your husband will surrender your weapons, or—”

He never finished the sentence.

Because while he had been monologuing, Lily had done something nobody anticipated. Through the air vents of the pod,

she had reached her tiny arm out and grabbed the dangling electrical cable of the bio-monitor, yanking it toward herself with all her toddler strength.

The sudden spark of severed voltage jumped onto the man’s wet trench coat!

Chap 47

Ethan fired.

The bullet struck the man’s right shoulder, obliterating the joint and sending the detonator flying across the deck.

Before the man could recover or reach with his left hand, I lunged forward like a striking viper. I didn’t hesitate. I drove my combat boot directly into his shattered knee, sending him crashing onto his back, then pinned his throat under the heel of my boot, pressing my gun barrel directly between his eyes.

“Don’t move,” I snarled, my voice completely devoid of mercy.

Alistair leaped through the breached carriage wall, diving across the floor to catch the rolling detonator just as it teetered over the edge of the chasm. He slapped the manual override switch, locking the pod’s magnetic clamps firmly onto the train deck.

“Pod is secure!” Alistair shouted.

Ethan smashed the glass canopy with the butt of his sidearm, disengaging the secondary latches, and pulled Lily out into his arms.

“Daddy! Mommy!” Lily sobbed, wrapping her arms around Ethan’s neck with terrifying strength, burying her face into his chest. “The bad men were loud! They broke my bear!”

“I’ve got you, baby,” Ethan whispered, his entire body shaking as he pressed his lips against her hair, his sovereign armor completely crumbling into that of a weeping father. “I’ve got you. Nobody is ever going to touch you again.”