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“I swear to God, I don’t know.”

I’d learned a long time before that if someone was faking their identity, including by pretending to be from another country, complete fear almost always made them swear. In their native language. I nodded and Elias swung down the hammer almost against Kane’s hand.

“Keghtot khent’!” His yell was cut off right after blurting out the two words.

Those two words provided me with exactly what I needed to know. “Interesting, Mr. Jones. If I’m not incorrect, you just cursed fucking shit in your native language of Armenian. I speak several languages. I assume your boss is Davit Ajernian?”

Panting, he continued starting at his fingers, tears in his eyes. “I… I just…”

Maybe Elias had scared him too much.

“Very well, Mr. Jones. At this point, I think I have everything I need from you.”

I noticed Elias was debating taking further action. I was forced to touch his arm, shaking my head before he backed away. I could tell the man wasn’t satisfied.

It would need to do. For now.

I wasn’t going to leave Valencia by herself but for so long.

However, I needed relief from the rage that had yet to leave. As soon as I pulled out the katana, Elias grinned and backed away. He’d been the only one to notice I’d slaughtered one of the enemy soldiers at the reception with it.

Now Mr. Jones was nervous as fuck. Good. He should feel the pain of working for a snake. Although as I debated how savage I wanted to be, I reminded myself Davit could have saved time, money, and possible death by sending the gift ahead of time. Unless he’d been worried the happy couple would open it at the wrong time.

I swished the curved knife through the air, catching the man’s eyes. Then again, why not send someone to have the package dropped off on the day of the wedding? That wouldn’t have raised any eyebrows.

There was much too still consider so I wouldn’t be rash.

However, this fucker was going to die.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jones, but your visa to remain in Greece has expired.” There were several aspects I adored about using the katana, but the curved blade made the kill that much more enjoyable than a traditional knife.

I shoved it into his gut, twisting my wrist only slightly before jerking it up by a few inches. Pulling away, I was immediately handed a rag by Elias. The location was ours, yet I didn’t like having any dead bodies hanging around.

Havros had mentioned our mother had received a concerned call from a member of the Hellenic police. A guest had opened their mouth when every person invited had known better. It was typical though. There was always a leak. That’s why I would command the soldiers guarding the building to dispose of the body and clean up the room.

“What now, boss?” Elias asked as I slipped the katana back into its case.

“Now we put the screws to the Armenian leader. But not until tomorrow.”

Tonight, I had other plans.

CHAPTER 25

Valencia

Little white lies weren’t bad. Were they?

That’s not entirely what I’d done when talking with my sister. I’d simply laid out some clues. Now I felt awful for doing so. Not just because I might have placed her life in danger, but also because my mind was all over the place regarding how I felt about Christos. I was tired of the flip-flop, angry with myself for thinking I was some femme fatale and could gain his trust by seducing him.

That just about gutted me.

Passion.

Was it worth losing everything I’d worked for, everything I loved? The answer was easy and responsible. No.

What about love? That was dicey at best, the answer complicated. Did I even feel anything other than lust for the man? I couldn’t make a qualified answer at this point withoutlying to myself. Did I care about him? Yes. I did. It was crazy to think that way after only knowing him for a week. What did I really know about him anyway?

I paced the beautiful bedroom I’d been given for almost an hour after he’d left, going over those questions time and time again. What I knew about him was mostly based on the heated desire that seemed to consume both of us.

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