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Hell, even when I’d first bombarded my way into his alarm system with Hunter Lachlan, the new Don of the Camorra, at my side, he hadn’t talked down to me.
Confused, I drew away and headed toward the back corner of the room.
The door was wide open.
I could leave.
Conor was here. Not in the US.
This was real.
I slumped down into the wall, not stopping until my heels met my ass as I stared up at him.
“Star? Are you feeling okay?”
Star.
I shuddered at the sound of my name on his lips. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard him say it, but it was the first time I saw his lips in the flesh as they formed the word. When they were within biting distance.
I almost growled under my breath at the thought.
Concerned, he stepped closer and squatted in front of me, one hand dropping down between his thighs to prop him up. He smelled clean. Fresh. His aftershave wasn’t musky, but light.
Peering at him, I meant to speak, but the words froze in my throat.
He was so much better in real life.
That was all I could think.
His hair was longer than when I’d last seen him and it flopped onto his face. A thousand shades of brown glinted in the overhead light, making his skin more golden than it should be in the winter. His jaw was leaner than before, tougher. His mouth was a flat line like he was pressing down hard on his lips to stem the flow of words he wanted to spill.
But it was his eyes that got to me—they held his fucking heart.
More than that, they bore the burden of his soul.
I almost couldn’t stand looking into them, but they drew me in like little else ever had.
The truth was on my tongue as a result when I rasped, “My mom lied to me, Conor.”
Though I was definitely changing the subject, he knew what I was talking about. I had no idea what his relationship was with Kuznetsov, but my words came as no surprise to him.
“Maybe she had a good reason for it,” he reasoned.
“She wasn’t American. She was a spy.”
Conor grimaced. “You’re a spy.”
“She was a double agent.”
“She was loyal to someone.”
My brow puckered. “Stop making excuses for her. The only reason I’m even here is because of her. I needed to avenge her but what if she deserved to die?”
“What if she didn’t?” he asked simply. “Do you understand the reasons behind her death?”
“No.”
“I’d assume your grandfather knows. If you ask him, perhaps he’ll tell you. But he can’t tell you anything if you kill him first.”
