Chance’s eyes widened. “You’re planning to use that on Dmitri?”
Dash dropped her hand to hold the knife by her side. “Of course not.”
Chance looked at the knife thoughtfully. “Even so, could you threaten to use the knife?”
Dash gripped the knife hard and gave Chance her fiercest, most threatening expression.
Chance covered her mouth to cover bubbling laughter. After she recovered, she suggested practically, “We’ll persuade him some other way.”
They heard heavy footsteps outside, quickly drowned by an engine, and froze. Looking out the long window, they could see Alexei running toward them. Fortunately, he seemed entirely distracted by something outside and behind him. He lifted his rifle and let off a long burst as a copter soared by.
Dash gasped as she recognized the pilot. “Toni!”
