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“I do.”
“So what’s the problem then?”
“Nothing. I’m just onto you, that’s all.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, so Lachlan was the reason you needed help back then.”
“I had to know if he survived. It… I used to think about that time and it would give me nightmares.” She cleared her throat and tossed the croissant back on the table.
“You don’t have to tell me what happened.”
“I don’t think I could,” she said rawly, her gaze low. “Minerva and Ovianar are the other leaders of BDSec.”
The memory had to be bad if she was getting back on track. “Not sure I’ve heard of Ovianar,” I admitted.
“That’s exactly how she likes it,” she mocked.
“Minerva—didn’t she hack the Senate’s power grid when they were going to vote to let oil companies drill in Alaska?”
“She did. Didn’t stop them from letting that law pass though.” Her brow puckered. “How can Kuznetsov sit there, so high and mighty, when all this shit is happening in our society and he could help but doesn’t?”
“Maybe they’re not as powerful as they want us to think. We only have it on their word that they are.”
She shook her head. “No. I know they’re powerful. It’s why I targeted them in the first place. But I guess there’s power and there’spower.”
Because I didn’t want to think about her seducing Kuznetsov, I changed the subject. “Aren’t you friendly with Minerva and Ovianar anymore?”
“What makes you ask that?”
“You seem sad when you talk about them.”
“We couldn’t agree on how to take the group forward. I dumped BDSec on their laps and we haven’t really spoken since.”
“Do you think we’ll need their help?”
“Don’t know. We’ll need Dead To Me though.”
A knock sounded at the door. Before she could, I headed over to it, pulled it open, asking, “Yes?” before I saw that it was Edgar.
“Good evening, sir. I have Madam Sullivan’s personal effects.”
Star jerked up at the news—she was wearing the robe from the bathroom.
That wasn’t distracting.
At all.
Neither was the fact that she’d slept beside me with only my tee and a pair of panties on.
Dead. I was so fucking dead.
“Where did you get all this?” Star cried as Edgar appeared with a few other servers, each loaded down with bags.
Edgar cleared his throat. “I’m not certain if Mr. Kuznetsov would appreciate it if I answered that question, ma’am.”
“Meaning he raided your Airbnb or hotel room,” I drawled, tone cynical even as my heart seemed to twang in my chest as I watched her eyes light up when she uncovered her case and found her phone tucked neatly in one of the pockets.
Edgar shot me a disapproving look, which was fucking hilarious seeing as he didn’t know me and I didn’t know him, but I hid my smile and just watched as the staff faded into the woodwork as they had a habit of doing around here.
