CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Murder was nothing to trifle with. After the shock subsided, facing the truth was harsh. Someone wanted her dead; they were willing to pay big money to see her corpse. She didn’t want to die and wasn’t stupid enough to think she could defend herself against being hunted.
Freewill was a distant memory. One of Mauri’s lackeys was outside the apartment, he’d arrived not long after Dax got home. By the time she learned the lackey was there, her husband had revealed what he knew. She was still languishing in the news.
Dax tried to question her, but she needed time to process. His questions had been about her enemies, about anyone who might wish her harm, anyone that she’d upset or angered recently. After some thought, she came up with a big fat zero. The only people she’d
