At Jason’s childhood home, Ziva stood in front of the car that was driving towards the gate, forcing it to stop. She recognised the man on the wheel, Caleb, one of Jason’s most trusted men. The passenger door opened and a majestic figure walked out. Ziva gasped, her knees became weak and feet stuck to the ground. All along the adrenaline was pumping through her veins pushing her forward but now everything that could have happened came flooding in. Prince Richard could have died. Had his friends not secretly followed him to Asherway, no one would have known that he was abducted. His friends would assume that he was still with her while she thought he was back in Leap. Jason would have gotten away with murder.
“Aren’t you suppose to run to my arms in a slow motion like in the movies?” Prin
