Page 86 of About Love and Revenge

After the death of Ciro, the burial of Aristeu and Orien, and the conversation with the islander, my head is boiling with information and wondering what I will have to do over the next few days.

This time, however, all I want is to go home.

To forget the shit of the world I live in and shake off the feeling that I'll never have peace.

As soon as I buckle my belt, however, my cell phone rings, as if mocking my plans.

I hope it’s Elina, but like last time, she hasn't replied to my texts or called, and my mood takes a turn for the worse when I confirm it's Grigori.

“Where are you?” he asks.

“Inside the plane. Why?”

“I swear to God you're going to give me a heart attack.”

“What happened? Elina?”

“No. The convoy. Two of our men are dead.”

“How?”

“Bomb. Someone definitely doesn't like you.”

“See that their families are properly compensated. Don't skimp on resources.”

“Don't worry about it. I will.”

“Who do you think it was? Leandros or Naim?”

“We're not sure yet, but there's something you need to know.”

“Say it at once.”

“She got a call today from a disposable cell phone.”

“And how the hell do you know that?”

“Because my job is to keep you alive. I don't trust your girlfriend, so Imonitor her phone calls.”

I don’t know what to say. Logically, it’s possible for her to betray me, but I refuse to believe that.

We've been together for a month. Does she have the ability to fake that long?

“Odin?”

“Yes?”

“I would be careful if I were you. Don't let her beauty addle your wits.”

As soon as I hang up, the phone rings again. This time it's her, but by then the doubt has already spread inside me.

"Odin, is everything okay?"

“Why wouldn't it be?”

“No reason. I just wanted to be sure.”

NEW YORK

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