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out there somewhere, and the only way to Kiro is through Aldo Nikolla. Viktor doesn’t remember Kiro, but I do, if only in the barest flashes. A happy baby waving his tiny hands in the air. Big eyes. A sweet nature. Not like Viktor and me.
    If Kiro is dead, I will destroy the world. I grab Mira’s dark hair and pull her to me.
    “Don’t touch her.”
    “I’ll touch her as much as I want,” I say. “She’s mine, isn’t she? Didn’t you say I could have anything of yours I wanted?”
    The old boss’s lips move, but nothing comes out. The great boss—the krye —of the Black Lion clan, is finally feeling desperate. They say when you have your enemy on his knees, you start to feel sorry for him, but I’ll never feel sorry for Aldo Nikolla. No destruction will ever be enough for what he did. And he’s as dangerous as a king cobra, even with this supposedly bad heart.
    “If she’s mine,” I continue, “I can do anything I want with her, can’t I?” I press my face to her hair. “She tasted so good.”
    “You’re a dead man,” Nikolla growls.
    What if that’s all he knows?
    I glance at Viktor. It’s time. Viktor and me, we don’t need words. We’re one mind. Brothers up from the shadows. Viktor gets on the phone. Time to go to plan B.
    I slip an arm around Mira. “Probably a good time to adjust your expectations for your weekend downward, Kitten.”
    She stiffens in my grip—just as angry as she is pissed, it seems. She never did scare easy.
    “Kitten.” Nikolla gives his daughter a doleful look. “We’re okay.”
    “I might not go with okay , exactly,” I say.
    “His heart is bad, you jerk.” She rips away from me and hauls off, like she’s going to hit me.
    I catch her arms and get her back under control. She’s still something of a warrior, a fact that doesn’t come through on her idiotic fashion blog. And all this time I thought she’d turned out like the other princesses. A beautiful show horse.
    It’s not ideal. I didn’t plan on her actually affecting me.
    I give her a long, hard look that lets her see the cold parts of my soul, and finally I feel her tremble. I flash on what it would be like to have her naked at my feet, trembling like that. I shake the thought out of my mind.
    The sound of breaking glass up at the house tells me Viktor’s guys are in there looting. Mira looks stunned. “Bind him, gag him, and take him away,” I say.
    Tito moves on the old man and sticks a needle in his arm. Mira screams and jerks. The old man is out like a light. “Where are you taking him?”
    “Don’t worry,” I say. “We won’t let him die.”
    She looks up at me with something like hope in her eyes.
    “For now,” I say.
    Tito loads him up into the ridiculous golf cart. “Note to self,” I say aloud. “Have Viktor shoot me if I ever get one of those things.”
    Viktor grins.
    She follows the golf cart up the hill with a hopeless gaze.
    A few more of our guys have arrived, sliding across the grounds like shadows. The Russians reporting to Viktor.
    Viktor nods up at the house.
    “Come on.” I push her toward the house.
    She stops and turns. “Just tell me what’s going on.”
    “You don’t know?” I’m a little surprised she hasn’t figured it out by now, but then again, she thought we died that day, just like everyone. Except her father and Lazarus.
    “Tell me,” she says.
    “Taking weapons, cash, souvenirs. Maybe some of the art. Maybe wreck a few things. I believe the technical term is pillaging. Or is it plundering? I’m never sure about that. You’d think I would’ve looked into that.”
    Mira stares at me with a stunned expression.
    “What’s wrong?” I growl. “I got a bluebird on my head or something?”
    “He dies. You die. What’s the point?”
    Again I hear old Konstantin’s warning. If you hit the hornet’s nest, if you show that you and Viktor are alive and together, all of Nikolla’s firepower turns on you.
    As if on cue, some windows break.