Jessica pushed his hand away, remembered how he had spoken of opportunities, of learning, of power and wealth in Miran. She felt sick. “How long have you known all this? Did you know about the Exchange—that it couldn’t be my fault?”
Silence. His throat moved when he swallowed.
“Tell me. Were you playing the game?” And she had been so blind to believe him? To believe that she had been the cause of the transfer?
“Lady, I confess I was playing the game, in the beginning.”
“You were on the flight so you could kidnap me?”
He looked down. “Yes, I was, but—”
“You knew who I was all along?”
He nodded, once.
No, no, it couldn’t be true. “You were? Tell me! Tell me. Was it because of you? Did you take something in your luggage that caused it?”
His eyes didn’t meet hers. “I’m not proud of it
