“You had a gun,” she repeated staring at him, “even in Lyon, you didn’t have guns around me.”
“Oh, they were there,” he laughed when she tried to bite the finger, he used to tap her nose mockingly. “There were so many of my soldiers around with orders to shoot on sight any man who even looked in your direction back then. In Paris, I had a man specifically assigned to take out Evander if I caught him approaching your room.”
“Liev,” she frowned at him. “You can’t go around killing people.”
He cut her speech, “it is, by definition, my job.”
“I was going to say you can’t go around killing people simply because I talk to them.”
“He wants to f**k you.”
“You know, he lost his wife. She died.”
“Yes. Asphyxiation during kink-play with her two lovers. How humiliating for him.”
His smirk made
