Page 82 of The Devil's Thorn
“You think she can get it out of him?”
I meet his eyes.
“He won’t be able to help himself.”
“You’re sending her inalone?”
“Not alone.”
I take another sip of my drink and let it settle before adding?—
“Kellan will be in the room. Quiet. Watching.”
“And the other one?”
“Ash stays outside. He’s best behind the feed.”
Nikolai leans back, shaking his head slowly.
“You’re setting her up for something bigger.”
“I’m watching how she handles a live situation. No blood. Just influence.”
“You think she’ll hold back?”
I smile faintly.
“That’s what I want to find out.”
Nikolai mutters something under his breath, then lifts the empty glass and swirls the melting ice like it might give him answers.
“So you want her to cozy up to this idiot, get him drunk, and make him talk?”
“No.” I glance at him. “I want her to make him believe he’s seducingher.”
Nikolai snorts. “And when she gets the information?”
“She walks away. Quiet. Invisible.”
“And you?”
“I’ll be there.”
“And she won’t know?”
“She will.”
“But you won’t acknowledge her.”
“Exactly.”
He shakes his head again, slower this time.
“You’re orchestrating a play, not a mission.”
“Every Bratva move is theater. But this one…” I trail off, eyes narrowing at the skyline again. “This one needs a new cast.”
Nikolai sighs.
