Jesus, he had.“Why?”
“She deserved it.”
The bite of bread I’d just eaten swelled in my throat and I swallowed hard. “Is Cameron here?”
He shook his head. “Not yet.”
I dabbed my mouth with the napkin. “What’s the hunt?”
He held my stare. “We can talk about it later.”
I watched his expression. “What did you do to Galina?”
Chastain reached for my arm, pulling my wrist toward him. His forefinger swept over my wrist forming an “H.” His pale eyes held mine. “You will be worshipped, Mia. If you stay.”
“Is Galina still here?”
“She’s leaving.”
“Can I speak with her…before she goes?”
“Why?”
“I want to make sure I’m doing everything right to please you.”
He gave a nod of approval. “Come on.”
We walked down the longest hallway and I turned to see the Doberman following us. Pascal’s gaze was fixed on his master.
“She’s in here.” Chastain knocked on the door.
I waited for him to open it.
“Return to your room afterward.”
“I promise.”
His tap on my nose was affectionate and he snapped his fingers for Pascal to follow him.
Galina was sitting in a corner chair. She was reading something in a beige folder. She wore a fur coat and looked ready to leave. Her make-up was flawless and her hair was styled to perfection.
She looked up. “What do you want? Where’s Chastain?”
I raised my head with pride.
Her stare flitted to the door. “Be quick. I’m leaving.”
“I was worried about you.”
Her gaze narrowed and she pushed herself out of her seat, moving slowly toward me. “You want to wallow in how much I suffered at Chastain’s hands?”
“No.”
“Yes, you did.”
“I’m a better person than you.”
“Is that so?”