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blown everything by not knowing how hard she’d been trying to reach her father.
    It was only then he noticed the pills, set up like a row of soldiers on a side table across from the fireplace. He noted the names—recognized some as immunosuppressants and quickly made a note to check out what they were for.
    If she was sick …
    Fuck, if she was sick, his plan might work better than he’d anticipated, assuming he could get in touch with Gabriel. Now he had to figure out how long of a supply of meds she had.
    “Here it is,” she said, walking out of the bedroom holding a single white envelope. And looking decidedly healthy, with the high flush from getting caught with the gun still marking her cheeks. “The police have the rest of them. I kept one to show my father.”
    She cut her gaze to the medications and then back to his face, her eyes defiant.
    “What are they for?” he demanded.
    She looked pained and then annoyed. “What does it matter?”
    “What are they for?”
    “I had a kidney transplant, okay? I have to take the medications so I don’t reject it and die. Is that explanation satisfactory?”
    Her eyes blazed, and yeah, that was a pretty damned good reason. Somehow, that major piece of news had escaped Dylan’s background checks. “You need to keep them packed at all times.”
    “Why?”
    “In case we have to leave suddenly.”
    “In the middle of a blizzard?”
    Yes, another complication—the storm had picked up steam far more quickly than the weather services had anticipated. “Stop arguing and do it.”
    “Your personality blows,” she muttered.
    Yeah, it did. Always had, and it wasn’t changing anytime soon. She continued to mumble as she left the room, came back with a bag to dump the bottles into, and he swore he heard a curse or two with his name attached. Strangely enough, that made him hard.
    To distract himself, he looked at the letter. It was dated last week. No return address. Plain, white business envelope available in ten million stores worldwide.
    There was one line of computer-generated text across the center of the page.
    I know who you really are .
    “They all say the same thing,” she offered. “Type’s identical too.”
    “They’ve scared you.”
    “Coupled with your arrival, most definitely. Like you said, my connection to my father’s not common knowledge.”
    She was scared of the situation, probably even of him somewhat. The fact that she’d been so sick, that she needed all those medications, nearly made him walk out of the house, straight into the storm, and forget his entire plan.
    The letter he held in his hand stopped him. He definitely wasn’t the only dangerous person after Skylar Slavin, but he was the safest of the two threats, and fuck, he didn’t want to be. He wanted to hate her. Wanted her to be as cold and calculating as Gabriel—who the hell knew, maybe she was.
    Cam had looked up to Gabriel at first, had thought he’d been saved and would go on to great things. And he had, both thanks to and in spite of the CIA agent who took the skills Cam had learned in the military and twisted them for his own purposes, be they legal or not.
    It’s for the good of your country , Gabriel would say. And as much as Cam wanted to believe that, the fact was, if caught on one of the black ops missions, he’d be hung out to dry—left for dead.
    “How did you meet my father?” Sky asked him after a long silence. She stood there, holding the bag with her bottles of medicine, asking for something, anything, from him.
    He would give it to her. “He helped me out of a rough situation.”
    The truth seemed the way to go. Partial truth anyway, but still she narrowed her eyes. “He’s not the type to mentor anyone.”
    “No, he’s not. He always says, you can’t get something for nothing.”
    Her eyes widened and he knew she recognized the statement. It meant that she might actually start to trust him.
    Of course, trusting him would be the worst thing she