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"You know I’ll find out who it was, and easily.”

If it was someone in our alliance, I’ll fucking?—

She exhales. "I really don’t know. But I could find out." Her lips twitch. "Forgery is my specialty, after all."

Again, she doesn’t meet my eyes. "What if I’m not who you think I am? What if?—"

"I told you. You’re mine. I’m not under any delusion that I know you perfectly or that we’ll never have struggles, nothing to figure out. But what I do know about you?" I tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at me. "You’re fearless. Brilliant.” I smirk. “Kinky as hell. And you were meant for me.” My voice drops, dark and certain. "I know that. You’re my woman. And anybody who laid a fucking finger on you is dead."

Her breath catches.

"I’ve killed for a fuck of a lot less than this, woman."

Her eyes light up, and that wicked little smirk curves her lips.

My little witch.

Casting her spell on me, magic sparking in her gaze.

"Come here."

She fists my shirt and yanks me toward her.

I shake my head. "I want you to get some sleep. I have work to do."

She props herself up on her elbows, watching me thoughtfully. "I’ll try…" She pauses. "Back in my apartment—did you fuck around with my sleep meds?"

I meet her gaze head-on. "I did. I gave you something that would make you think you were hallucinating."

She shakes her head, muttering, "You’re one psycho fucker, you know that?"

I smirk. "I know."

Her eyes narrow. "What else did you do?"

"I’m not telling you."

"You’ve already admitted to writing on my walls." She glares. "Did you fuck around with my playlist? Did you put a Russian lullaby on it?"

I shrug. "Maybe."

She scoffs. "You rearranged my clothes, didn’t you?"

I shrug again.

She shakes her head but is already scrolling through her phone. I watch as her fingers fly over the screen.

She’s searching for someone.

Aria.

It’s six hours earlier in America—she should be able to get her attention at this time of day.

"You took my blonde wig," she says suddenly, her eyes locked on mine.

I exhale sharply. "Do we really need to go through all this? Can’t we just let bygones be bygones?"

She crosses her arms. "Fucking around with my bank account was a low blow, Matvei."