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“Kaz—” I start, my voice barely a whisper.
He doesn’t look at me at first. He leans out of the broken window instead, yelling something in Russian I can’t catch. His face is stone, but his jaw is clenched so tight I think it might snap.
Then he turns to me.
His eyes land on mine.
I’ve seen them angry. I’ve seen them amused. But I’ve never seen them like this.
Chapter 8 – Kaz
They tried to get to her.
In my house.
Through a bolted window.
While I was watching.
The thought alone is enough to make my blood boil.
“Search the entire perimeter,” I bark at Maxim as I head down the hallway, my hands fisting at my sides. “Every guard, every camera, every possible point of breach. I want answers now.”
Maxim is already on his earpiece, relaying the order to the others. He’s fast, efficient, and just as furious. “No one’s been spotted yet,” he tells me as he catches up. “But the window—someone had to know she’d be in that room.”
I stop walking.
That’s the part I can’t let go of.
They knew.
Whoever threw those daggers—whoever knocked—wasn’t just sending a message. They were aiming to hit her. Which means they knew where she was. What room. What window.
This wasn’t random.
“Someone gave her up,” I say tightly.
Maxim nods. “Someone on the inside.”
My jaw clenches. “I want the name of every man who’s ever had access to this wing of the house.”
“There’s one who comes to mind,” Maxim says after a beat. “Rakin. Ex-soldier. We let him go a week ago. You remember—he was bitter as hell about the dismissal.”
Of course, I remember.
Rakin always had a chip on his shoulder and a habit of running his mouth. I should’ve taken his tongue when I had the chance.
“Bring him in,” I snap. “Now. I want him here before nightfall.”
Maxim scoffs. “Nightfall? I already sent the dogs after him the moment the glass shattered.” He glances down at his phone, a grin twitching at the edge of his mouth. “They’ve got him. He’s being transported to one of the holding cells as we speak.”
Good.
Maxim straightens. “I’ll make sure he talks. Properly.”
I smirk. “No. I’ll handle the torturing myself.”
Maxim arches a brow, like he’s not surprised in the least. He knows me too well. I’ve been itching to get my hands on someone, and Rakin just volunteered himself. Perfect timing.
