KIRA’S POV
My breath hitched as I tapped my fingers inaudibly and nervously against the sleek kitchen island.
“What if my forgetfulness had cost him something?”
“Or what if you’re just being dramatic, and he already caught the so-called orphan spy ages ago?” A voice in my head chimed in.
‘Honestly, how are we even sure that wasn’t just the delirious rambling of a dying Chinese man? Where was the man, anyway? Was he dead? I mean, with all that blood, I doubt he survived… if that was even possible. But knowing Adrian’s men and their insane tolerance for pain, he was probably fine and I was probably just worrying over nothing.’
Adrian’s men? Was he one of Adrian’s men? He sounded Chinese… or was it Japanese? I had also never seen him around the mansion before. But he referred to Adrian a
