“I don’t trust him,” she says, her dark eyes furious and resentful. “He’ll stab you in the back, Ivan. You know he’s jealous—you still have your wife and children.” “And he still has his daughter,” I remind her. “So he has something to lose, too.” Sloane frowns, not letting go of my hand. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her frightened before. Not even when I had her locked in the cells beneath this monastery, when we were not yet well acquainted. “Why are you smiling?” she demands. “I was only thinking, if you failed to kill me, there’s no fucking way that Marko could pull it off.” Sloane laughs,
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