"Stop looking at me like that, Kreves," the assassin said with a laugh. "If you could see your own face, you'd be laughing too. I'm not going to kill you—well, not yet. It all depends on your uncles."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I don't know if you're stupid or just slow-witted." Those words made Kreves frown. As if being kidn*pped wasn’t bad enough, now he was being insulted too. "If your uncles were dead, then yes, you’d have to pay the price. But since they're alive, there's no need. The problem is that they're hard to reach, so they’ll have to come on their own."
"You're the stupid one if you think they’ll come willingly." Now it was Kreves' turn to laugh. This person was seriously naïve if he believed Alexa would risk her life for anyone.
"Oh, they will. Everyone has secrets, and
