I don’t know what inflamed me more—his dismissiveness, or the fact that he was trying to dissuade me.
“Oh, of course I’m going to continue! Someone shot you, and they could very well be on their way here, following you. Someone tried to kill you, Alexander, and they might want to kill me too for giving you shelter. You hung rue on my doors and windows as if you were trying to ward someone off! Who is it? Why did they do this to you? Where is the mother of those children? Is she nearby? And most importantly—am I in danger?” I accused him, and I felt powerful when I saw his expression grow paler and paler, his eyes filling with uncertainty. “I’d rather you sit down right now and be honest with me. You already paid me eight million not to say anything, I know, but at least… I want to know wh
