CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
KIERAN
Marco moved to stand by the door, blocking the exit. Dante positioned himself near the windows. Verena's eyes tracked their movements, her hand trembling slightly as she set down her glass again.
"Where's the video?" I asked.
"Safe. Multiple copies in multiple locations. You can't destroy them all."
"That wasn't what I asked." I took another step closer. "Where is the original file?"
"Why would I tell you that?"
"Because right now I'm asking nicely. In a moment I'll stop asking nicely and you won't enjoy what comes next."
Her chin lifted. "You can't threaten me. I have protection, connections, people who would notice if something happened to me."
"Verena." I let my voice drop lower, the tone I used when I wanted people to understand exactly how serious
