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Sara
My pulse skips a beat, then roars into overdrive.
This can’t be happening.
They can’t arrest Peter on the day of our wedding.
“Agent Ryson.” I’m proud of the steadiness of my voice. “What are you doing here?”
He gives me a thin smile. “Oh, don’t worry, Dr. Cobakis—or is it soon-to-be Dr. Garin? I’m not here in any official capacity.”
My frantic heartbeat settles slightly. “Why are you here then?”
“To offer my congratulations, of course.” His mouth twists. “You and your Russian lover sure had us all fooled.”
I remain silent, because what can I say? I understand how this must look from his perspective—from the perspective of anyone who’s been following the story from the beginning, really. I’m marrying George’s killer, the man who waterboarded me, invaded my life, and kidnap
