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“Say another word. One more goddamn word and I’ll put you through that fucking window.”

He stares me dead in the eyes. “You think this is about her running? That the Irish fucker means something? That’s not what this is about.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’re talking about a woman who worked firsthand with our enemies. And her top skill?Erasing.If she wanted to be found, you’d already have her.”

“Enough! God, you stupid idiots. The video is right here. Listen!” Polina plays it for us, the whole damn thing.

“But he doesn’t own you. You know how the Kopolovs work. Has he married you, lass? Even fucking proposed? No. You’re his kept woman. Disposable. His little ghost, who can vanish into vapor.”

“He threatened her withbombs. Here!Right on ourestate,” Polina says. Rafail goes still.

Vadka shakes his head. I let him go with a parting glare. “We need to find those before we doanything.”

“I have to findher.”

“You’ve got a tracker on her?” Vadka asks. He narrows his eyes on me.

I nod, watching Polina, and whip out my phone.

“Not on her, but her phone’s location tracking. She probably shut it off.”

But when I pull up the app and watch her location, it’s right there. A blinking light.

“She’s headed southwest.”

Yana storms back in. “Zoya’s alright. Shaken but okay. They’re dead, Rafail. Bullets straight through the temples, propped up to look like they’re still there, guarding. Freaked her the fuck out.”

“Motherfucker.”

Vadka meets my stare. “Maybe she wanted to see what you’d do. Left the record button on. Tracker still active.”

“Or maybe it’s a trap,” Rafail says.

I drag my eyes back to the monitor and watch the last frame again—Cillian’s hand on her shoulder.Familiar.

I will find her.

And when I do?

She’s not fucking walking away again.

Vadka stares at the tracker. “Wait. I know exactly where they are.”

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Chapter32

ANISSA

“Son of a bitch,”Cillian growls, slamming his phone down hard.

I flinch. I need that phone. It’s the only thing keeping his leverage alive, the one threat he’s still clutching to use against the Kopolovs. And if he touches that fucking detonate button…

His jaw tightens, teeth grinding like he’s chewing through bone. Hands strangle the steering wheel.

I wonder if Matvei’s noticed I’m gone yet. I saw the guards’ bodies—slumped and still at the gates—and I wondered how long it would take before someone realized they were dead. Until they realize I’m not where I’m supposed to be.