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“You want him to kill again,” I whispered. “For you.”

She nodded.

“So your grand plan was to send Peter to run me over with a bike and if he failed that… to borrow forty bucks with a crazy story about his sick wife?”

“I sent Peter to kidnap Reid,” she said with a wave of her hand. “I gave him the best technology I had in stock.” Rhia’s eyes sharpened. “But he failed.”

“It wasn’t my fault. That stealth suit was acting up.” Peter scrubbed his smooth face. “Gave me a rash.”

“Reid got away and you saved him.” She pointed to me. “Right place, right time. So I tapped into Deacon’s security cameras to try and make a new plan and I saw something very interesting in his office.”

I gaped. “You saw us.”

She gritted her teeth. “Deacon was taking care of you. I called Peter and changed the plan immediately.”

“You wanted Peter to kill me?”

“I wanted him to gain your trust.” She tapped my chin. “It was too easy.”

I wrenched my head away. “What would you have done if I’d left San Pedro?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“How did you know? I was scheduled to leave a few hours later. Your plan would have fallen apart.”

“Deacon wouldn’t have let you go.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” she studied me carefully, “if you were just another woman to him, he would have screwed you in the office.”

My cheeks heated.

“But he was enamored.” She crushed her fingers into fists. “I saw it. You put a spell on him and he hasn’t woken from it since.” Spreading her hands wide, she added, “That’s why I know he’ll be here.”

“And what will you do once he comes?”

“I’m going to slit your throat,” she said flippantly.

My heart pounded. “What?”

“Yes.” Rhia smiled, calm and serene, confirming the fact that she was sick in the head. “I’m going to kill you, and I’m going to make him watch.”

34

Deacon

My fury howled, crying out for blood. Vengeance pulsed through my veins, surging with so much power I could tear through the entirety of Belize on foot.

But I didn’t need to do that.

I’d found Rhia.

She wanted to be found and that bothered me. She was not the cocky type. Her deliberate calculations cemented her position as an expert handler. If she had Angel, she was as good as dead.

Horror twined around my neck.

Don’t think about that.

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