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“What’s in there?”

“A corpse.”

She laughed.

When she noticed he wasn’t laughing, her brown skin went pale.

“A what? You’re…you’re j-joking, right? A cor…a cor…I can’t even say the word, but you’re kidding, right?”

Thanasis walked up behind him, took the bag with one hand, grabbed Wren’s wrist with the other, and headed to the garage.

Adrían took the stairs to the second floor, showered, and got himself together in record time. There was no telling how long Sayeda and this man planned to meet up or if there was a second location in mind, but he would find them regardless. Then, along with the weapons he regularly carried, he stopped at Joel and Ayesha’s to borrow two more “items.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-NINE

Thanks to Julien, she wouldn’t have to start from the bottom.

She’d had to work her way up to sous chef in Brazil because she’d had to dash the persona she’d used in Dominica. In Dominica, she’d been so obsessed with lying low that she never tried to take on a job at one of the resorts where foreigners paid tons of money for turquoise ocean views. Here, she could be Sayeda again.

To be on the safe side, she went by Seda.

And Seda needed a job.

Seda had the degrees and resume to back up the position she was applying for in Gothenburg’s culinary district at one of their fine-dining restaurants. While she wanted to stay as close as possible to her family, this was the nearest place that called her back—a half-hour drive and twenty-minute train ride away.

But there were flats close to this restaurant, and she and the head chef had a good rapport so far.

She’d aced everything he threw at her.

Still, as he talked, all she could focus on was the pulsing vein in his neck. It was the key to so much life that one jab without medical intervention quickly enough would see him bleeding out on the floor.

Adrían was wrong.

The darkness she felt inside her wasn’t temporary. Adrían was simply too hell-bent on her being “good,” as if she had a soul that needed to be saved. So, what if she didn’t sleep after killing the man in the tunnel? Why hadn’t he taken into account that she’d had sexual feelings tied to what she’d done? Those feelings meant she’d enjoyed it, not that she’d enjoyed having Adrían with her in another one of those tough moments in her life.

By her side.

In her corner.

A place where she knew he would always be.

Those sexual feelings hadn’t come from feeling his warmth in the bed next to her and listening to his breathing, realizing a sense of safety that only existed when he was near. Then there was the way his hair had looked, the dark strands contrasting against the white pillows. Each time she moved, as deep of a sleep as he’d been in, he’d reached for her, and whatever body part he’d found, he gave it a tender squeeze.

God, she was stupid.

He was right, wasn’t he?

“So what do you think?”

She looked up into a pair of clear brown eyes tucked beneath thick, auburn brows. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I was thinking about a recipe I’ve been trying to perfect.”

“I’ve been throwing a ton of information at you, haven’t I?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

He nibbled on his bottom lip.

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