to the frantic moments before Kailee and t

d by two imposing bodyguards in dark suits. His personal assistant, a harried-looking m

ndon, and a familiar weariness had settled deep in his bones. He nodded or grunted at app

m," he said abruptly, cutt

his entourage

f his professional life. He turned and walked toward the public rest

of the terminal, L

ave to go p

spotting Jessie's car, looked at her son. "Leo, can yo

. "Okay, Mom. Come on, Lily." He took his sister's hand with the practi

ely latched onto a vendor selling brightly colored Mylar balloons. Specifically, a

ons to stay close, she let go of his han

alled, already movi

er at a full, toddler-speed sprint a

rs, the fabric unyielding. The impact sent Lily stumbli

hand caught her small arm, steadying he

sion one of mild annoyance

tilted, her eyes wide and startled. They

chest, a strange, unfamiliar sensation like a

d into h

se

s he had spent six years sta

his intense gaze, mum

crouched down, bringing himself to her level,

his voice softer than he'd int

across her nose, the small dimple that appeared in her cheek

is sister's hand and pulled her behind him, placing

trange pressure from this man, a powerful aura that was b

ir," Leo said, his voice preterna

ention shift

he f

slight, almost arrogant tilt of his eyeb

torted mirror. A miniature, fi

confusion. He knew, logically, that he had never seen these children befor

but Leo was already pulling his sister away, d

, staring at the spot where they had

him. "Mr. Leon? Is

t. But the image of the two children was seared into his

ther of the Bentley's seat and closed his eyes. The smiling face of the woman from the

familiar gesture doing nothing to

ull the security footage from the terminal.

n't explain the sudden, fier

know who those