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Andras.
His voice felt like cyanide running through my bloodstream.
Then, I registered what he’d said.
Drágám.
Babe.
The word painted a more gruesome reality.
I reared back, lips parted. “How long have you been having an affair with Andras?”
It was the last piece that clicked everything into place.
How else would Vera, Andras, and his son be connected? He hadn’t met her through his son.
His son had met her throughhim.
“This has nothing to do with your father.” Vera’s cheeks reddened beneath three pounds of makeup. “Andras and I got to know each other after your father’s passing. I was a mess.”
Still are.
Andras burst past Tabby and Reggie, leaving them stumbling face-first onto the carpet. Sweat soaked his bare chest, gluing thick hairs flat to his skin.
He wore plaid pajama pants, hotel slippers, and a grimace that would put Steve Carell out of business.
Not his first time here, I noted.
He’d gone straight up.
“Oh, hey, Andras.” I leaned against my dresser, tipping my chin at him. “Glad you could make it.”
He glanced between me and Vera. “Farrow?—”
I held up a hand. “Vera was just telling me this thing between you is brand new. Which is so very fascinating, considering she somehow got to know your sonbeforeyou two hit it off. I wonder how they met. It couldn’t possibly be through an affair between Vera and his father, could it?”
Andras’ face turned paper white, his hands curling into fists. “Leave Eugene out of this.”
“Did you know she helped with his wife’s medical treatment? There’s a word for this.” I pretended to think, snapping my fingers. “Blood money? No. Conspiracy to commit murder? Definitely not. Sounds so serious.” I tapped my lip with a finger. “Hmm…”
Reggie gasped.
Tabby hid behind her sister.
And Vera?
Vera decided now would be a good time to launch herself at me.
Ironically, it was Andras’ coaching that helped me dodge Vera.
I dipped, retreating toward the wall, my footwork Olympic worthy. Without space on my side, it didn’t matter. I’d cornered myself.
Vera grabbed me by the neck, digging her acrylic nails into the tender flesh. I staggered back. My shoulder blades hit the window with asmack.
I raised my arms to loosen her grip, then twisted, landing a roundhouse kick to her stomach. She flew back with a yelp, falling straight into Andras’ arms.
Thank you, Ari, for forcing me to take self-defense lessons.
