“You’re angry with me.” “Astute fucking observation,” I seethe. “What gave it away?” “Because of last night.” “Again, nothing gets past you.” He frowns again. “And you think that gives you the right to break your word to me.” “My—” Jaw, meet floor. Audacity, meet your master: Sasha Ozerov. “My word?!” “You agreed to the deal, Ariel. Ten days. Ten dates. We have three to go. And I will not be denied.”
