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He nods. “I’ll reschedule.”
When he goes, I close my eyes, letting the coffee cool as I lean back in the chair.
Her name on the front was something I contemplated about.
Her name on the front tells Jac she’s under my protection, and I know who she is. And what she’s up to. It claims her as mine.
Jac won’t like that at all, especially when I told him I have the Heart of Dark Desires, and it’s mine, and he’ll never see it. He’ll never find it.
I taunted him.
And I used Magdalena as my pawn.
I know, I know, I could have just sent him the note, kept her out of it. And I fucking know the last thing my cat wants is to be caught up in a Quinate cold war.
We’re both playing with her. No one’s innocent, not even her.
She’d have robbed me blind if she thought she could get away with it. Fuck, she thought she had the night of the gala, but I also know she’d have taken the Picasso if there’d been room.
She’s meticulous, brilliant, and also a little impulsive. She’s known for laser-like strikes, thefts pulled off like high art and sometimes odd things go missing. A painting when it’s clear she’s gone for jewels. A trinket when she’s taking art. Not often, but every now and then the cat does something unexpected.
Like the Picasso would have been. If she had the time and means.
Magdalena’s a spitfire who I know hates what I did to her, but I want to know what he said. His reaction. And I expected her to come here, to yell, fight, push back. To challenge.
Because even though she may hate all this like I know she does, she also can’t help herself.
She’ll want to see the necklace. Touch it. Steal it.
She’ll want to find out the truth of what’s going on except…
Except she isn’t here.
She didn’t fucking text me.
My phone buzzes.
And my heart leaps, then it hammers.
But it’s Jac.
Fuck you, dickwad. Fuck you to hell and back. Your little piece is nice and sullied, just like you. Do the world a favor and drop dead.
My hand clenches the phone.
Sullied?
Fuck, if he hurt…
No, he’s letting me know he fucked her. Something I figured would happen. I made her dress…I don’t know why I made her dress like that. Yes, her dress and bag were in the back of the car that she ignored. But I could have ordered my driver to stop and make her get in. I could have left them for her in the house.
I sent her basically naked to my enemy.
Does that make me as bad as Jac? Or worse?
Then again, Jac isn’t going to rape her. He’s only going to force a game she wants.
It’s true, I know it.
