“How long do you plan on keeping me here?” he asked, mostly to cut through the bullshit quiet that grew thicker by the second. Daniel’s expression—as animated as a blank piece of paper—didn’t change. “How long do you think it will take for you to do penance? What length of time will make up for you invading my home and taking my wife from me?” “You realize none of that was personal, right?” Stavros frowned. “You do know I was hired to do a job.” “I have dealt with the people behind the scene who issued the order.” Daniel’s lips quirked, but his eyes remained iceberg cold. “It is now your turn.
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