HEIRS OF THE HIDDEN FLAME

NATHAN'S FALSE BOND

“You too, Gwen.” Nathan smiled. He never thought he would be this happy to see Gwen, as he told her that they should get into the private jet before Andrew’s men would suspect and come over. They rushed into the jet. Gwen went to the pilot and told him to take off, as he came back over to where Nathan was and sat next to him. Nathan's heart soared with the promise of freedom that lay ahead. His hand was intertwined with Gwen’s as the engines roared to life, carrying them away. Nathan felt a huge relief that he had finally left Romania.

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The afternoon sun cast long shadows across Andrew's opulent living room, its warm rays failing to penetrate the icy chill that permeated the air. Andrew sat on his leather armchair, his brow furrowed with frustration as he stared at the blank screen of his phone. Despite his best efforts, Nathan remained elusive, a thorn in his side that refused to be dislodged.

With a growl of frustration, Andrew punched in a number on his phone, his fingers tappin