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“See that you do. And don’t let him know you’re poking around. He’s a dangerous man, Kasia.”

The call disconnects and he’s gone.

I hadn’t heard from him since he sent me off in the dark of the night with Dominik, and when I do, it’s this. He wants me to be a spy.

How the hell am I supposed to do that?

And what will Dominik do to me if he catches me?

Chapter Eight

Dominik

The drive from the city to home takes longer than normal, but I’m happy for the silence. With my father still overseas with my sister, everything is left on my shoulders. It’s good practice for when my father turns over the family to me, but I’ll be grateful for the day he’s back home and his legal troubles are over.

I know Marcin is behind the bullshit keeping my family stuck in Poland, but until I can find the information I need I won’t get the okay to act. The marriage between Diana and me was supposed to put an old rivalry to bed, but her death changed things. Without the tie, the old men back home allowed Marcin to move into my father’s territory.

It’s taken me five years, but I’ve built up our own business to recover the loss. But it’s meant nothing but work over the years.

“Has Kasia been inside all day?” I ask Tommy. He’s driving me home, but he spent all day at the house. I wouldn’t put it past Marcin to make some move to take her home, to help her escape the future. The ceremony needs to happen soon. Once we have the certificate, once our marriage is finalized, her father can’t make any more moves on my family. And when I find the evidence I need that he’s behind my father’s indictment, the old men back home will grant us what’s ours.

“She went out to the garden for a bit to sit with a book. But that’s it,” he informs me.

I nod but don’t ask any further questions. I text Margaret to tell her to hold dinner until I’m home. I’ll make Kasia have dinner with me tonight. I let her sneak away to her room yesterday, but there won’t be any more of that.

The house is quiet when I walk inside. Margaret meets me at the door, her hands wringing in front of her.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her, looking toward the staircase. Kasia is behind her frown, I can feel it in my bones.

“Kasia is in your office,” she tells me.

“What is she doing in there?” I ask, Margaret wouldn’t stop Kasia from wandering the house. I never gave her instructions to keep Kasia away from my office.

“I don’t know.” The wringing of her hands gets harder. “She locked the door.”

The key to the room is in my pocket.

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