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mean, you own three company jets. They’re usually kept in Seattle. I know because I file all of the insurance and FAA paperwork.”
    Oh God. This is crazy. What were the odds that she would need a plane and the location of the island and that it would fall right into her lap?
    A heavy knot the size of a brick formed in her stomach. The odds were zero. Which made her feel like she was playing a fixed game. That said, what did it change? Nothing. She still had to go.
    Phil went on, “Call Roen’s—I mean your assistant, Cherie, and tell her to send a helicopter for you. She’ll take care of everything.”
    “Great. Okay. Do you have her number?”
    Phil rambled off the number, and she jotted it down on a piece of scratch paper.
    “And, Miss Stratton?” Phil said.
    “Yes?”
    “I’ll send the information on the island to Cherie, so you’ll have what you need, but the funds transfer is critical. I’ll ask Cherie to arrange for you to sign the approval while you’re there in Seattle. The twenty million dollars has to be deposited by tomorrow or we lose our chance.”
    “Twenty million dollars?” It was a huge amount of money.
    “That was the price to buy a few friends in Moscow. The island is in international waters and nobody in Congress wants to stir up crap with Russia—they had to sign off.”
    Russia? Congress . Were they in a spy novel now? It dawned on Liv that this situation was much bigger than just finding Roen and her sister. There was a larger issue of keeping that island isolated. Roen had wanted it protected from people, but the way she saw it, people needed to be protected from Her Holy Evilness.
    Then the harsh reality hit Liv. If Roen was dead, there would be no one else to deal with this. But he’s a public figure. He’s…fucking Roen Doran. The man was no stranger to Forbes covers and power meetings with world leaders. She had absolutely no idea how to run his company or influence people or make sure the island was contained. And frankly, deep down in her heart, she only cared about finding her sister and Roen. All of that other stuff was…well… okay, it’s important, too , she conceded.
    She let out a breath, realizing that whether she liked it or not, she was in charge. Roen had seen to that. It had nothing to do with money or setting her up with a cushy life. She was his mate. He believed in her and trusted her.
    Which means you’re just as strong as he is. It was a thought she’d never considered. But killing Shane, fighting back, was proof. She wasn’t weak. She wasn’t a coward. She could handle anything thrown her way.
    Maybe?
    Phil continued, “Miss Stratton, I don’t know what’s the matter with Roen, but if you find him, please let him know I did what he asked. He’s like a brother to me—an asshole brother—but I promised I’d take care of this one final thing for him. Or should I say for you—you technically own everything now.”
    “It’s a dream come true,” she said dryly, realizing the irony of her holding the title to that island. “I’ll be in touch, Phil. Thank you.” She hung up the phone and called this woman Cherie.
    As the phone rang, Liv started thinking about how a jet would land on that island if the pilot couldn’t see it.
    Dammit, you’ll parachute from the damned plane if you have to . Not that she knew how, but she was a billionaire now. She’d damn well hire someone to show her. But either way, this was far from over, and she was getting to that island. She refused to believe that Roen was dead. Her heart would know if anything had happened to him. Or to Dana. Wouldn’t it?
     
    ~~~
     
    Twelve Hours Later
     
    As the small private jet approached the coordinates provided by Phil, approximately two thousand miles west of Seattle, Liv began to feel like something was watching her, expecting her. Was it paranoia or simply her nerves trying to get the best of her?
    Hell no. The island definitely knows you’re coming.
    Which meant Liv had