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“I’m not an agent.”
“Then, how do you know Myra?”
He flexes his jaw as his eyes twist with memory. “She dug me out of that hole.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s the one who put me in it,” he says, his voice cracking. “I laid in that grave for who knows how long, praying to anyone who would hear me and gasping for air. All the while, I heard her laughing above me, chanting at me to last just a little while longer and I did. I survived within an inch of death and she’s spent the last five years holding the life she granted me over my head.”
My grip loosens. “How?”
“By forcing me to work for her,” he answers. “Odd jobs, here and there. Tracking down rogue agents and… civilians. Anyone she wanted without much of an explanation.” His eyes fill with regret. “Innocent people…”
I swallow to wet my dry throat. “Is that true?”
“I’ve no reason to lie to you.”
“Did you sleep with her?”
He deflates. “Never because I wanted to.”
Nausea wrecks my gut. I have no reason to feel badly about that, but it still burns.
“Lilah…” He looks at the gun between us and lowers his hands. “Do it.”
I blink. “What?”
“If this will make you happy… do it,” he says. “At least, then, I would have done something decent with my life.”
I put a bit of pressure on the trigger, but my hand locks up. My eyes shake with tears. My ankles sway beneath me. I struggle to remain upright as I stare back at him, feeling my nerves twist into knots.
I can’t do it.
I can’t kill him.
He lunges forward, knocking the gun out of the way to cup my face and kiss me. The gun slips from my grasp and clatters to the floor. The sound echoes throughout the dark stairwell and I lose myself completely in his embrace.
I kiss him back, falling into his strong hold as he pulls me against him.
Archer breaks our kiss, sliding his mouth along my cheekbone. His lips press against my ear and he speaks, his voice so low I can barely make it out.
“She’s listening.”
I lean back as he reaches down and pulls my red blouse up to my navel. He holds a stiff finger against my skin, making eye contact with me as he slowly traces along the black cobra tail. I look down his shirt. He nods as he points to the button between his pecs.
He’s wired.
Myra is here.
She could have agents stationed anywhere in this building. If she catches one peek at Dante, he may never see Lucy again. Maybe she already has and it’s too late to warn him...
I have to get upstairs.
I hold two fingers up and point them at my eyes, silently asking if she’s watching as well. He shakes his head and taps one ear.
Audio only. That works for me.
I grip the edge of his jacket and pull him in for another kiss. We don’t hold back. Our lips smack together. We moan and groan. His hands run amok on me, sliding all the way down to silently pick my gun up off the floor and return it to my belt.
