No one would suspect foul play.
When I think of his hands all over Ella, I almost blow my cover and stab him in the throat with the hunting knife I saw in Pavel’s bag. But I can’t. I need him. If I didn’t, he’d already be dead. I just need to be patient.
Once Pavel pulls the pin from one grenade and rolls it along the temple floor, we spring into action because we have mere seconds. Saint rushes ahead as it takes me a while to follow thanks to this infernal limp, but I chase close behind as I put on my mask.
Pavel repeats the same action with another grenade before giving Saint the last one in case we need it. He jogs away, nodding in good luck as he passes me.
Saint enters the temple while Santo draws his gun before following suit. Screams erupt, and seconds later, plumes of smoke bil
