There was some connection, that was certain. As they’d unpacked at home in Devon, his new phone had rung—the one Ben had given him for his birthday. Not many people had his new number yet, so he picked it up warily, frowning and then mouthing, “Philipa,” at Ben. He took the call over to one of the windows. “Nikki?” “Who else. This is my phone.” “Don’t try to be funny.” “When can I come and fetch Radulf?” “That’s the thing. I’m still in Scotland, and you need to come here.” Nikolas felt a small stab of something in his heart. He sensed Ben come to stand alongside him. Were they so joined now that Ben could sense his mood? Apparently not—as he’d possibly just murdered two innocent people, and Ben didn’t seem to get that at all. “Radulf?” “Oh, don’t be so silly.
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