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"What are you thinking of?" he asked aze riveted to my face

I realized

He put his hand on rip His brows drew together, until I could al, I wanted him to--

Yuri exited Paxán’s office

I abruptly stepped back, tucking e to whistle As the man passed, I tried not to notice the AK-47 strapped to his back Even after a week here, I was still uneasy seeing adiers took tea breaks, they would casually lay their weapons down beside their cups

I kept telling ave Yuri a chin jerk in greeting Carry on While the brigadiers revered Paxán, they see about "the Siberian" in hushed tones

Once Sevastyan and I were alone again, sanity resu a man who’d ruthlessly cut me out of his life Didn’t need to reward his shitty treat with badly behavinght be kill ’em with kindness

When Sevastyan opened his ave his arm a brisk pat "Good talk, buddy! We should do this in another week or so" I strode off, leaving hi confounded

Fifteenin the pavilion at a table topped with tea, delicacies, and our chessboard A fire in the pavilion hearth crackled nearby As usual, Sevastyan worked so phone calls, his watchful eyes scanning for a threat

The two of us sipped and snacked, wading deeper into our game "Do you knoho is a master player?" Paxán eyed our pieces "Aleksei"

"Is he?" I aze flicked over to Sevastyan

He was e outside into the drizzle He made his way down to the nearby boathouse--which really should be called a "yacht house" considering the sixty-foot beauty housed inside

I knew sub-nothing about boats, but I was pretty sure this one had been the villain’s yacht in Casino Royale Paxán had proer--broke, said we could motor all the way to the Gulf of Finland