“Everything in this house belongs to me, but you’re welcome to those jewels,” he adds, eyeing my necklace. “I’m sure they’ll get you anywhere you want to go. Stefan, take care of the body.”
“With pleasure, sir.”
Pakhan turns and walks out, taking all his captains with him.
I’m wearing the same jeans and T-shirt I wore when I arrived at the manor when I leave it.
The shoes are new, taken from the closet of the bridal suite, a pair of butter-soft leather driving moccasins that were surely an ironic purchase by Dimitri, as he never allowed me to drive. Everything else I left untouched, per Pakhan’s instructions.
I doubt he had an inventory of the place, but you never know, and I’m not taking any chances. I’ve got more than my own safety to think of from now on.
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