Chapter 103

Keegan Sergeyev had witnessed many things in his life. But nothing, absolutely

nothing, could have prepared him for the spectacle currently unfolding before his eyes.

He was seated in the back of his sleek black car, a little far away from the Blackwood’s estate. Keegan raised a pair of binoculars and observed the scene before him with the intense focus of a man conducting a serious reconnaissance mission. And in a way, he

was—except his target was not an enemy, nor was he gathering intelligence of any real importance. No, his entire attention was locked onto one person. His beloved Grace.

And she was suffering not from any danger nor from an enemy, but from the absolute torment of

high heels.

Keegan’s lips twitched, barely containing his amusement as he watched her attempt to walk across the perfectly manicured grass in a pair of delicate silver stilettos. The shoes, elegant as they were, clearly did not belong on

her

feet—at least, n