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Everyone stops eating and watches the exchange between siblings.
“You don’t look fine,” she presses, and I’ll give it to her, she has bigger balls than me because I know when not to poke the bear.
“Well, I am.” Saint rinses his glass and places it in the dishrack, hinting this conversation is done with. But Zoey doesn’t know when to quit.
“Don’t be angry with me. I was the one who rescued you.”
Oh, shit. I’m about to witness World War III erupt.
“You shouldn’t have,” Saint snarls, turning to face her. “If you’d minded your own business, then they’d all be dead.”
“And so would you!” she yells, shoving him in the chest. “I won’t apologize for saving your life.”
One thing we agree on.
“So, it’s okay for you, but when I tried over and over again to save you, I was the bastard?” he exclaims, spreading his arms out wide.
Her regret is clear because he’s right. All of this has happened because of her, and now that she’s finally seen the light, she wants a pat on the back? Fuck her.
I can’t keep my mouth shut and advance, but Saint’s head snaps my way, his wide eyes demanding I stay put. It’s obvious he doesn’t trust me near his sister, and I wonder whose side he would choose if we were to fight again.
My body is itching that I move, but I obey his silent request.
The crackle over a speaker breaks the tension and is thankfully the distraction we all need. When Alek pauses chewing, my guess is that the woman’s voice we hear is his mom’s. Pavel quickly increases the volume on his phone, which seems to be how he’s been listening to the bugs.
A man speaks to her in Russian.
When Alek grips his coffee cup, appearing to want to strangle it, I assume the man is his brother. I have no idea what they’re saying, but I’m hoping it’s good news for us. I may not know what is being said, but I do understand Alek’s name, which is being dropped quite a few times.
Sighing, I lean against the counter, sipping my coffee quietly and waiting patiently for someone to fill me in. I can feel Saint’s eyes on me, and it takes all my willpower not to look, but when he walks over and stands beside me, I can’t help but shuffle closer.
He leans down, close to my ear, and his warmth wraps me tight, refusing to let go. “It’s Alek’s mom and his brother,” Saint explains while I inhale slowly. “The meeting has been moved forward a week.”
“Why?”
“Because of our escape.”
“Oh.”
Saint’s breath glides down the column of my neck as he leans in closer. “They’re all paranoid. No one trusts anyone. Serg is worried.”
I’m trying my absolute hardest to listen and not to buckle under him. “Worried about what?”
“He was certain Alek had died in the explosion, but now, he’s not sure. He wants to move things along quickly, in case they get cold feet.”
I don’t fail to notice how he refuses to use Oscar’s name. The thought of that bastard has me clenching my fists. “Do we know where they’re meeting? Or who the new supplier is?”
Saint turns his ear, continuing to listen to the voices over the speaker. When he nods firmly, I wonder why the room just dropped ten thousand degrees. A snarl rumbles from Alek’s chest before he stands abruptly, toppling the chair over with the force.
I watch in confusion as he tears out the back door. Ingrid rises quickly and chases after him. Zoey looks seconds away from tripping her. What the fuck just happened?
“Yes. The drop-off will be at Alek’s,” Saint says while I arch a brow.
“At Alek’s what?”
“House,” he replies, but that does nothing to answer my question.
“House? He doesn’t have a house.”
