“Room B,” I tell him. “Last night.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Yuri asks, a trace of hurt in his voice.
I pat him on the shoulder. “We still don’t know the Russian’s identity. Until we do, we keep the clues to ourselves. Our men are on a need-to-know basis. Got it?”
They both nod. Good. I can’t afford anything less than complete obedience on this. I’m about to hand the bullet to Yuri for testing when, unexpectedly, April pops back into my thoughts.
April. Her fierce determination the day of the wedding, handcuffed and still showing up in front of me, demanding my protection. Her fire today, ready to raze cities to the ground.
Perhaps a nice bouquet to smooth things over?
I’m not one for apologies. I don’t owe anyone s**t. If people are displeased with me, so be it. It’s none of m
