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Selene goes still.

Keir and I exchange a look.

I run a hand down my face. “Son of a bitch.”

It made a lot more sense as to why she was hunting them, to avenge her father.

“Aconitine?” she murmurs, almost to herself.

“It’s found in aconitum, also known as wolfsbane,” I explain. “It’s a neurotoxin. Slow. Systemic. Attacks the nervous system and the heart. Used right, it can mimic a cardiac arrest.”

Selene sways slightly, but her grip on the knife never loosens.

Keir’s expression darkens. “Who gave it to Barbra?”

The man wheezes. “She got it from someone in the Bratva.”

Selene’s eyes flash. “Who?”

The Russian glares at her, then spits at her feet.

Selene removes the knife from his thigh slamming it back in so hard she grunts.

His body seizes.

“Petrov. Everything is done under Petrov’s orders.”

Petrov, not only wanted the Bravata but also wanted to take out The Reaper.

Chapter 10

Kaz

Petrov.

Something about that name feels wrong, like a whisper from the past I can’t quite place.

“Well, you’ve been oh so very helpful.” My little moon purrs.

I watch, enthralled, as she raises her gun and pulls the trigger without hesitation. A perfect shot between the eyes. Blood splatters, staining the floor, dripping onto her boots.

My heart stutters.

Not from fear. Not even from shock.

It’s her.

The way she takes a life with cold precision yet still has a spark of light in her. A contradiction wrapped in bruises, blood, and beauty.

I thought Keir would be the first to obsess over her, but from the second I laid eyes on her, I knew—she was mine.

Her stained soul calls to mine. A beacon through my darkness.

“That was fun,” she muses, stretching. “But I think I need a shower. And we all need to have a conversation.”

She moves toward the door, but the sharp inhale of breath, the subtle tremble in her steps—she’s hurting.

Before she can protest, I scoop her into my arms.