If she had to be truthful, there was a part of her, a large part; in fact, the majority of her, that was relieved the Skaladeska compound hadn’t been located. Destroyed, it would have been, all of it, all of its brilliant technology and priceless antiquities, if stormed by US agents. In fact, she knew deep in her heart that if there was even a chance that she could have helped them to find the location, she would not have.

Not yet. Not until they found her again.

And they would, for Marina had unfinished business there, with those people. With her family.

Her father.

Because, now that she knew the truth … Marina knew this wasn’t the end.

It was just the beginning.

And her life was no longer her own.