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Nai. ” The blackness of his grief swallowed her, sucked her under into his private hell.
    “I’m so sorry—”
    With a jerk, he turned to the twins, leaving her to stumble back from her attempt to console. Just once, she wished she could console him. Yet clearly, he wanted none of it, none of her. “Ben was my brother. Your father. He died in a motorcycle accident two weeks ago.”
    The boys looked stunned, not sad, but overwhelmed by the amount of information flying at them. Her motherly instincts kicked in with a wrench. “Enough. This is too much for—”
    “Stop babying them.” He didn’t glance at her. Still, his words slapped her with a crack. “They are men, now. Not babies.”
    “They are not men—”
    “Don’t worry, Tam.” Aarōn glared a challenge. “We can handle him and anything he says to us.”
    “Yeah.” His twin backed him with a snarl.
    “Good.” Rafe’s voice was smooth and satisfied. “I can see you are worthy to be Vounós.”
    “We’re Tam’s. Not Vounós.” Aarōn’s voice rang in the hallway like a call to arms.
    “Whoever the Vounós are.” Isaák would not be left behind.
    At their declarations, Rafe stiffened. A warm wash of vindication ran through her. He couldn’t take the boys from her. No matter how many DNA tests he took or how many solicitors he had. The boys were hers.
    Then, Rafe cut through her relief with a knife of hard, implacable intent.
    “The Vounós are your family now. I will be taking you to meet them. In Greece.”
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    “ W ow !”
    Wow was exactly the right word. Not that Tamsin would echo Isaák’s exclamation. Not in front of Raphael Vounó.
    The hotel entryway boasted soaring glass windows looking out on the bustling streets of London. The last few days of icy rain had turned into a brilliant late-spring day and the sunshine flecked the gold carpet beneath their feet with rays of light. Splashes of reds and blues in the art deco paintings brightened the arching white walls behind the lobby desk. A line of smartly dressed bellhops clothed in sleek grey suits trooped past her and the boys. In their wake rolled silver chrome luggage carts stacked with cardboard boxes and old, ratty suitcases.
    Everything she and Aarōn and Isaák owned in the world. Stuffed onto four utilitarian carts being marched through an impressive hotel lobby towards a long line of swishing elevators. All because of the man standing beside her.
    Who’d taken her home away and given her an ultimatum.
    Either you and the twins come with me or I begin proceedings to declare you and Drakos unfit.
    What choice did she have?
    The boys needed to sleep. Somewhere safe.
    And she needed time. Time to figure out how to handle this threat.
    “Stay here,” Raphael growled into her ear before he strode towards the concierge desk.
    “He sure likes issuing orders, doesn’t he?” Aarōn’s surly tone snapped her gaze away from its slide down Rafe’s long legs.
    The boys’ instant dislike of their uncle had not gone over well. Tam wondered if Rafe had been so clueless as to think he’d be able to bound into their life and take them away without a quiver of questions or a cry of complaint. Evidently he had because his reaction to their rejection had been one of blatant astonishment. If she hadn’t been so exhausted and afraid, she would have been amused. True, when he’d announced he was taking them back to Greece the boys had been unwillingly intrigued. But when he had made the mistake of telling them about his plan to leave her behind, he’d been met with out-and-out rebellion.
    He hadn’t been happy.
    “This is totally cool.” Isaák’s head jerked back and forth, trying to take in the details of an environment he’d never been exposed to. Extreme wealth. Unbelievable luxury. Something she hadn’t been able to give them.
    A pinch of regret tightened in her chest. Tam tried to ignore it. Money wasn’t important. She’d given them what really mattered, love and