Chapter 41

LONDON

Something’s wrong.

The moment we climbed up Moses’ new private jet, I knew something wasn’t right. I could feel it. I could smell it in the air.

It took a few minutes for Striker to talk to his dad, and they seemed in an intense and emotional conversation. When he came to me, he seemed to have carried the entire world over his shoulder.

“Is everything okay?” I asked him as he joined me.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” He held my hand and kissed it. “It’s our honeymoon.”

“And may I remind you, Cade, that I am your wife, and I ought to know everything, I mean everything, especially when he seems troubled. Otherwise, how can I be a good wife if I can’t help him?”

“Point taken, but Dad just got emotional as if I’m joining to fight against Russian-Ukraine conflicts .” Something he wasn’t telling me, or maybe he wasn’t ready. I could work on that.

“So where are we going?” I looked around. The jet was new. The interior was classy, elegant,