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“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“You sound like you actually mean that,” he responded.

“I do. I know how hard it is to grow up without your mother,” I said.

“Do you remember anything about yours?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

He tilted his head in question and I shrugged again.

“I sometimes think I can see her face in my mind, that maybe I recreate her voice. But is that real, a dream, or something from my imagination? I don’t know.”

“Yeah,” he said.

I laughed, wanting to break the silence, to do something to cover the unexpected vulnerability of the moment. “Well, getting back to lighter topics, who wants to kill me?” I said.

I chuckled a little bit more, and he joined in.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Not yet.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I intend to find out.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Why what?” he responded.

“Why are you going to find out?”

“As I’ve said, if something happens to you, there will be questions. And I’m curious as to who would spend that kind of cash to come after you,” he said.

I didn’t answer immediately, trying to ignore the irrational disappointment that rose. What did I expect? That he’d say he’d find out because he wanted to protect me? See that I lived?

That was bullshit, and I knew it.

For Davit Petrosyan, I was simply a tool. When I was no longer useful, I would be discarded.

And I needed to remember that. Told myself that I would. But at least for now, I was better off with him than trying to confront dangers I couldn’t even imagine.

We sat quietly for a moment, and my mind churned over something he’d said. I decided I had nothing to lose by asking.

“Why do you think someone spent a lot on the man who came after me?” I asked, his reference to a lot of cash something that had stuck in my mind.

“The guy was a professional. And professionals are expensive.”

“How do you know that?” He arched a brow, and I laughed. “Stupid question, right? I guess it’s your business to know.”

“It is,” he responded.

“So how much?” I asked.

“How much what?”

“How much for a professional? Or that professional in particular?”

“Why are you asking me this?” He sounded suspicious now.

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