Page 207 of Heart of Frost and Scars

“Your men?” She tries to smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “You have more than one?”

“Cut the crap,” I snap, stepping closer. “You know damn well the Strakh men are mine.”

“Do they know that?”

“Why are you so desperate? You come across like a scared, little, insecure girl, aching for attention. Who hurt you?”

The blood drains from her face, and she glances around the bathroom, her eyes darting from corner to corner as if expecting to find cameras or hidden microphones.

Her paranoia lifts the hairs on my nape, and I find myself scanning the space, too. “What are you—?”

She’s on me in a blink, clapping a hand over my mouth and an arm around my back.

I struggle, but she’s bigger, stronger, and Jesus fucking Christ, I’m an idiot. I didn’t think this through.

Coming in here without bodyguards…

Dumb, dumb, dumb!

She pushes me against the wall and closes in, her voice barely a whisper in my ear. “Someone hired me.”

My heart stops, and my eyes go wide, searching hers.

“I don’t know who or why.” Her whisper trembles down my neck. “They paid me a lot, more than I could walk away from. I’ve never taken money from an anonymous client, but I needed it. It was a year ago, and my only task was to fuck Monty and help him find his missing wife.”

A chill grips my spine as I peel her fingers off my mouth, keeping my voice low. “Did you report information back to this person? Details on the investigation?”

“Wasn’t like that. I was only tasked to take the job as his team leader and get into his bed.”

My mind races, connecting the dots.

The stalker. It has to be the stalker.

We haven’t told her about the threats against me. She doesn’t know.

Should I tell her? What if her life is in danger?

“I have a stalker.” I grip her tightly, whispering directly into her ear. “A dangerous one.”

“What?” Panic strangles her voice. “I have to go.”

“Frankie?” Monty pounds on the door. “Everything okay in there?”

“Yep! Just a minute.”

Turning back to Sirena, I feel a strange concern for her. “Have you been threatened?”

Her face goes white. “I was only supposed to fuck them, nothing more.”

“Leo and Kody, too?”

She nods.

“The stalker is sending me body parts. People are dying.” I grip her arm. “How is your client contacting you? Text? Phone call?”

She shakes her head, backing up, her fear palpable.

“Does Wilson know about this client?”

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