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that unfinished business…”
    “Oh, for God’s sake.” He threw up his hands. “The damned list does not exist. When will your superiors listen?”
    She reached for the pistol. “We’re no longer interested in the piece of paper.”
    “Then what?”
    “Give it some thought, darling. I’m sure that brilliant mind of yours will come up with the answer.”
    Latymer considered the last few weeks and the various attempts the French had made to raze the Nexus organization. They had been unsuccessful thus far, but that would not stop them. There could be only one individual they wanted more than a list of agents. “Somerton.”
    She sent him an appreciative smile. “Very good, my lord. Bring him to me.”
    He and Somerton had a long history of working together at the Alien Office—until Somerton realized Latymer was aiding the French. Even though Somerton was now his enemy, he was the one person Latymer trusted. To betray Somerton once again would be difficult, though not impossible. To save Giles, he would do whatever it took. But first, he had to uncover what Collette knew about his son’s whereabouts—if anything. “Show me my son first.”
    “That’s not how this works, Latymer, and you know it,” Collette purred, clearly enjoying having the upper hand. 
    When he’d met Collette many years ago in London, fresh out of the schoolroom, she’d exuded a raw, untamed sensuality. Four days after meeting her, Latymer had taken her to bed and had spent several hours tutoring her in the carnal arts. She had been a quick and enthusiastic pupil.
    Although extraordinary, her beauty had not been the reason for his interest. No, he had enticed Collette into his bed to coax from her information about her new husband and his associates within the French government. Two months into their affair, she discovered his duplicity. Undeterred, she’d asked questions…a lot of questions. And then she’d disappeared. Their paths crossed a few more times over the years, and every time he saw her he had been fascinated by her transformation—from innocent to victim, to predator, to killer.
    “You expect me to bring one of the most dangerous men in Britain to you without any assurance that my son is even alive?”
    Nodding, she lifted the pistol in his direction. “Yes, that is exactly what I’m saying.” She began to move toward him, one provocative step at a time. “You have a perfect understanding of the situation.”
    “If I do what you want, I’m free of further harassment from your emperor?”
    “Harassment? I do not recall you being so harsh last time we worked together.” Her gaze roamed down his frame leisurely, thoroughly, seductively. 
    Despite the seriousness of the situation, Latymer’s body took notice. One sultry look. That’s all it had taken to awaken memories of their brief affair. She knew how to pleasure a man and how to take a man’s pleasure. How to make him feel like a king.
    “Last time we met you weren’t after my son.”
    “You’re becoming quite soft on me, Latymer. So much emotional bother over a bastard.”
    “Careful, Collette,” he said in a quiet, dangerous voice.
    “A man with your aspirations should know better than to become attached to anyone or anything.”
    “Let’s stop wasting time. Do we have an understanding or not?”
    She approached him with a confident stride, though caution rode beside her like a battalion of loyal guards. Her pistol never wavered. She continued forward until the end of the barrel rested against his temple. He dared not move. If nothing else, he understood one thing about her—she would not hesitate to pull the trigger if he made any attempt to overcome her. This woman never hesitated, nor did she waste her time and energy on regrets.
    Her familiar exotic scent reached his nostrils, and he could not stop his slow intake of breath—nor the hardening of his body. Whether his physical reaction was due to the threat, or to the temptation, she