Rothschild Private Vault, Geneva, Switzerland.
That was the only thing the key gave him. No number, no code, no accompanying note — just the name and location, stamped into his mind.
But it was enough.
More than enough actually.
The name alone carried weight. Liam might not know the full history of the Rothschild Private Vault, but he didn't need a dossier to understand its significance.
If a place carried that name, then whatever was kept inside wasn't ordinary — and whoever used it didn't deal in the ordinary.
It also made him even more curious about what the content would be.
A slow breath escaped him as he adjusted slightly and leaned back against the headboard, twirling the key turning lightly between his fingers.
Liam sighed and closed his eyes briefly. He had gotten what he wanted from the key but the real prize, though, was still locked away across an ocean.
Which meant only one thing.
He has to make a trip.
