No Matter the Cost

She put her hand to her chest, still unable to breathe.

He had dark hair and a beard, ripped pants, a dirty suit coat and wore such an intense expression of pursuit on his face, she just knew

He was going after Alan Martin.

And she might never see him again.

No. Not again.

Not ever again.

He passed her, didn't even look at her, his gaze pinned on Martin, who'd vanished down the stairs.

And that's when she found her voice. With everything inside her, she let it out, praying he heard it through his haze of fury.

"York!"

Her worst nightmare has happened....

RJ refuses to believe it, and until she has proof, she's going to keep searching for answers. And most of all, for the man she loves, even if it means diving into the past he always wanted to keep secret.

The kind of secrets that could have set York free. It'll take a trip back to Russia, to the sketchy and dark...