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little Kat,” she was instructed harshly as she tried to jerk her arm away from the man’s grasp. “And let’s go.”
    That voice. It was that same oh-so-familiar-voice. The same voice Kat had thought she’d heard and recognized yesterday morning and then decided she must have imagined. His voice. The voice of—
    “Dair…?” Kat was almost afraid to say his name, afraid she really had to be going insane if she was imagining the man in the darkness could possibly be Dair Grayson.
    Sergei had told her repeatedly she was off her head and imagining things, but she hadn’t believed him. But maybe this, thinking this man was Dair, was a part of that madness? Maybe—
    “Yeah, it’s Dair,” that voice confirmed in the darkness.
    —this was another one of Sergei’s games—
    “Gregori sent me,” he added as Kat continued to resist.
    Gregori had sent Dair? No, that couldn’t be right. There had been an uneasy peace between the Markovic and Montgomery families for years now, but not close enough for Gregori to have ever asked one of them for help—
    “He said to tell you, if you doubted my word, that he gave you a doll for your sixth birthday. You named her Sarah. With an ‘h’.”
    Kat drew her breath in sharply; she had never told Sergei about the doll Gregori had given her as a present. She certainly hadn’t told him of the joke she and her brother had shared, regarding her insistence on how to spell her doll’s name. “Gregori did send you…?”
    “He did, yes.”
    “And you’re really Dair Grayson?”
    “I’m really Dair Grayson,” he confirmed dryly.
    The man she had seen yesterday morning, with his dark military style hair and that livid scar at the temple of his harshly hewn face—and his body hard and muscled beneath that tweed suit—had been Dair, after all, and not a hallucination?
    She really wasn’t going mad? Wasn’t imagining things?
    “We’ll have time for a reunion later,” Dair drawled. “I’m guessing we have five minutes max to get out into the garden before the lights and alarms come back on, and I want the two of us to be out of the building, out of the grounds too if possible, before that happens.”
    “The guards outside—”
    “Taking a little nap.”
    “You killed them?” she gasped.
    “No, I didn’t fu—I don’t have time for this.” Dair had been momentarily thrown off guard when Kat seemed to have recognized him from the sound of his voice—and not as Dr. Law from yesterday, but as himself, Dair Grayson—and was now thrown off again by her assumption that he must have killed the guards to get in here, when in actual fact he had used tranquilizer darts. The guards would have a headache when they woke up, but otherwise they would be fine.
    As Dair had expected, once his unofficial visit here yesterday morning had been reported to the Orlovs, there had been more guards outside patrolling the grounds this evening. But not so many that he hadn’t been able to disable them all, it had just taken him a little longer than he might have wished.
    Kat’s assumption, regarding his method of ‘disabling’ those guards, wasn’t exactly flattering, but he supposed he should be grateful that she wasn’t still in that comatose state of yesterday morning. “Let’s go. Move it, Kat,” he instructed, the night-vision goggles he was wearing allowing him to see that she had remained stubbornly in place. “If you don’t, I’ll have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here. Good girl,” he murmured dryly as she finally began to move, but towards the door out into the corridor rather than the ones out into the garden. “What the hell are you doing?”
    “There are other innocent people locked up in here.”
    “I came for you, Kat, no one else.”
    “I’m not leaving them here!”
    Dair swore profusely under his breath. “I can’t save all of them, Kat. And even if we delayed leaving and unlocked their doors, most of them will only be captured