And in the end, Leonid Von James—fixer, killer, father—did the only truly brave thing he had ever done. He signed.
Her father blinked. “What?”
At eighteen, she left for university in London. Her father was proud—prouder than she’d ever seen him. “My clever girl,” he said, kissing her forehead. His lips were dry. “You’ll go far.” nikita von james
“Papa,” she said.