The picture on the screen is of the black-haired man who offered me the job as a spy.
I sit bolt upright in bed, spilling my wine all over the comforter.
I know it’s Declan’s doing. I just don’t know how.
Ten minutes later, Kage knocks on my bedroom door. “You up?”
Wearing one of Natalie’s nightgowns, I yank open the door and stare at him.
“Your man called. He wants you ready to leave in thirty. I told him to make it in the morning, but he said he couldn’t wait that long.”
My heart beats so hard, I have to press a hand over my chest. “I’ll be ready. Is he coming here?”
“Unbelievably, yes.”
“Why is that unbelievable?”
He simply looks at me.
“Oh. You could kill him.”
“Yes.”
“But you won’t.”
“No, I won’t.”
We look at each other for a moment, until I say, “Thank you.”
He huffs o
