He and Kons were in the same predicament. Both of their loved ones’ lives were in danger. He wanted to help Kons, so when they visited him in Albarracin, they spoke privately in the study.
“Why do I feel like you don’t want to tell Georgina about this?” Kons asked him as he poured scotch into two glasses. He handed one to Lucian and then sat down in a chair.
“I don’t want to tell her because I don’t know exactly how it would go.”
“What are you talking about?”
He swallowed hard and briefly thought about whether he should tell his friend. In the end, he couldn’t hold back.
“I was waiting for Sid to help me, but I didn’t hear from him.” He pulled out a small black envelope from his coat pocket. He placed it on the table and pushed it toward Kons. Kons frowned. “What?”
“I received the sa
