“I’m not fighting you.”
“Why not? You just took down two of my men. What’s one more?”
“Because you want me to.” I force myself to relax, to lower my hands. “You want an excuse to hurt me. To punish me for something I didn’t do. I won’t give you that.”
“Smart.” He moves faster than I expect, grabbing my wrist. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to restrain. “But not smart enough.”
He twists my arm behind my back, pulls me against him. I can feel his chest against my spine, his breath on my neck. Every muscle in my body screams to fight, to break free.
“You’re right,” he murmurs. “Someone in my organization planted that bomb. Someone I trust, someone with access. And until I know who, everyone is suspect. Including you.”
“Including Dominic? Your guards? Your mother?”
“Everyone.” His
