Page 49 of Lethal Infatuation

"I have no idea what you're referring to." I'd rather chew shards of glass before sharing the name of my love interest. The same love interest who still hadn't texted me back for the past twenty-four hours.

"You sly son of a bitch." He chuckled, shaking his head.

I smirked, tossing back the last bit of amber coloured liquid in my glass. "Sometimes you to learn the importance of privacy."

"Between you, Kayden, and myself, I'm probably the most private person." I laughed softly at that, clutching my abdomen in the process.

"You're under the impression that you're private, but your facial expressions and body language always give you away."

He raised an eyebrow. "You've been observing me, haven't you, Calisto?"

"What can I say? It's part of the job, isn't it?"

Therapy was indefinitely a modern day scam. How did it seem logical to pay a stranger to express your feelings so they could provide you with a solution to your so-called issue?

I could find solutions on the internet if I desperately needed it. I exited my therapist's office with a frown. "Next month we've got two sessions, Nicolas," the blonde haired woman said to me. I stopped dead in my tracks and slowly turned my head in her direction.

"Two?" I looked at her in disbelief.

"Yes. Your sabbatical should come to an end soon," she stated, clasping her hands together on her oak desk, "and you'll be able to return to work if you're mentally prepared to do so."

"I'm perfectly fine," I said nonchalantly, gripping the door handle tightly.

"Are you really?"

"Yes, Natasha, I am," I dismissed her.

It was clear as day that she didn't believe me. "Every traumatic experience has a psychological effect on you, and if you ignore the warning signs, it could potentially worsen. You know that, right?"

Her voice was meant to be calming and serene, but right nowit sounded like nails on a damn chalkboard. "I know. Our session was over five minutes ago, I'm leaving."

I hurriedly closed the door behind me, cutting her off before she could respond. I sighed, rubbing my temples to relieve the throbbing sensation.

Then, in true Murphy's Law fashion, when I thought my day couldn't get any worse, Ares spotted me and called me aside with pure urgency in his voice. That could only mean one thing: he was about to say something that would turn my day from shit to complete fucking garbage.

"Calisto," he said sternly. "Kayden needs to show you something."Fuck.

I gaped at him, feeling my palms getting sweaty. The urgency in his tone only aggravated my anxiousness. "What is it, Valiente?"

"You need to see it for yourself." He cocked his head, gesturing for me to follow him.

I felt restless while we walked towards Kayden's office. I may have been off from work due to my injury and my mental health, but Braun still wanted to keep me updated.

Even if there was a minor change in the investigation, they'd inform me. The second we stepped foot into Kayden's office, he dumped the information on us.

He didn't believe in prolonging the inevitable and he wasn't going to deliver the news in a gentle manner. The man only treated women with the utmost respect and gentleness. Men could go straight to hell. His words, not mine.

"Freeman's last known location was London," Ares and I looked at each other and I could feel my blood boiling, "until his mobile devices were turned off and we lost all traces of him, yet again."

"What the fuck would Antonio be doing in London?" I frowned.

"I don't know." There was a hint of resignation in Kayden's voice. He knew how much this case affected me, so he's been trying to locate the man every opportunity he got. Which is something he didn't have to do, but he did it for me.

Ares gripped my shoulder and it's like the force of his grip brought me back to reality. "There's something else Kayden needs to show you."

That didn't sound good. Not even in the slightest. "What is it?"

"You might want to brace yourself for this one," Kayden said, gesturing for me to come closer. I obliged, taking a seat next to him with my arms folded across my chest.

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