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I grab Francesca’s phone, aware that I need to do something about this. At the very least, I need to question what she’s doing with two phones. At the most, I might have to do something a little darker. But I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.
“Come on,” I say to Geo. “We need answers.”
14
WRYN
“Ineed your help,” Francesca says, sliding into my room, where I’m lounging across my bed, readingThe Great Gatsbyfor the second time.
I really should venture to the library for another book, but I enjoyed this one so much the first time around that I figured I should read it again. I set the book beside me and sit up, looking at the frantic woman standing before me. Her face is pale, and she’s wringing her hands.
“What’s going on?” I ask, patting the bed beside me.
“I need to leave.”
She doesn’t move to sit. I frown, confused by her sudden change in demeanor. She and I had become friendly, but she’s acting standoffish and odd right now.
“Leave? You just got here, and you have a job. Where would you go?”
Francesca moves from one foot to the other. I stand up and walk to her, grabbing her hands.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’ve been lying to you. To all of you,” she says, the words bursting from her. “And now, Connor thinks I’m some sort of mole—I heard him talking to Geo. He’s going to kill me.”
Her eyes well with tears, and she tries to pull her hands from mine, but I don’t let her. I grip her to me, peering at her face. I’m so confused.
“Lying about what? Why would Connor kill you?”
“I was sent here—”
“By who?” I narrow my eyes at her, dropping her hands.
“Viktor.” She swallows and takes a deep breath.
I’m ready to kill her myself now. I can’t believe I trusted her, let her into my house, convinced Connor she was innocent of anything. He was right.
Dammit.
“But it’s not what you are thinking right now,” she says quickly.
“I’m thinking a lot right now, and none of it is good. You’d better start talking,” I say.
She nods. “I know. He sent me, but I didn’t want to be here. He told me that if I did this for him, he wouldn’t make me marry Anthony Bertolli.”
“So, the arranged marriage is real?”
“Yes. I didn’t lie about that. But I lied about running away. No matter how much I want to, I can’t. It’s a cover story.”
“What did Viktor send you here for?”
“He wanted eyes in your house.”
“So, you’ve been sending him updates about us?” My body is thrumming with tension, and I can only imagine how Connor will react when I tell him about this.
“Kind of.”
I stare at her. She fidgets.
