“I’m terribly sorry for the misunderstanding that occurred two nights ago. We had no idea that the contract we accepted involved Mazur’s girl.” Before I can respond, light reflects off a silver blade. I suck in a breath, staring at the wicked-looking knife Kai is holding against the guy’s neck. Blood wells at the spot where the tip nicked the man, and a thin trickle slowly slides down the cold steel. The Sicilian doesn’t even blink. He just looks at Kai and raises an eyebrow. “You do not stare at my woman, Rafael.” My demon’s voice is low but charged with menace. “You got that?” “Noted.”
