Boris’ POV:
Carlos jabbed me hard in the ribs as two people walked into the meeting hall of our next assignment.
“Would you cut it out?” I hissed, not bothering to turn.
“Turn around, you i***t! Don’t you recognize her?” Carlos whisper-yelled.
I finally turned and nearly cursed out loud. It was her—the silver-haired blonde from that job a while back.
“Sh*t,” I hissed, whipping my head back around before she could notice me. Her companion glanced our way suspiciously but didn’t linger. Then it hit me…she wouldn’t recognize us unless someone pointed us out.
I straightened up and turned to Carlos. “Keep your mouth shut and find out everything about her. Why is she here? How did she end up among criminals like us? Wasn’t she some big-shot Alpha’s daughter?”
Carlos nodded. “Yeah, she is.
