“Maybe. But I’m okay. I’ll… I’ll talk to you in the morning.”
Numbly, she shuffles down the hallway and into her room. Themoment her door is closed, I spin on Nikolai.
“You killed two people. In front of her! What the f**k iswrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with you?” he roars, looming over me like athundering volcano, ready to burst. “After everything wetalked about, after everything I did to bring you here and keepyou safe, you turn around and throw yourself into the line offire. Why?”
“You’re the one who put us in the line of fire!”
“Because the Greek mafia was about to turn you into hostagesto blackmail me. Or worse—they were going to dispose ofyou.”
I shake my head. “You don’t know who that was. Or what theywere going to do.”
“That’s what th
