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let’s say it would piss him off a lot.”
    “Enough to retaliate?” A pattern of possible events was forming in Feliks’s mind.
    “Yes.” She gave a hard nod. “If he felt he’d been disrespected. Why?”
    “When was the last time you spoke with your father?”
    She pressed her lips together, looking as if she didn’t want to answer that question. “Earlier today. He came by this morning.” Something shifted in her expression, and Feliks got the feeling she’d just put two and two together.
    “Say what you were just thinking,” he demanded.
    Annika didn’t look pleased. “My father told me that the syndicate was after him for breaking their rules. We fought about it. I didn’t dream he was right.”
    “He wasn’t. There was never talk of going after your father directly. You were always the target.” His mind was elsewhere, and he didn’t even stop to think what that would sound like to her.
    “Of all the arrogant assholes on this earth!” she sneered. “Do you have any shred of human emotion in your soul?”
    “Not particularly.”
    “I don’t believe that.”
    He cocked his head, staring at her and wondering why she seemed to be able to get beneath his skin. “What is it you believe, and why should I care?”
    “Because the other night you made love to me. We didn’t just fuck. That was more. I saw your face when you came. A man doesn’t look like that when he’s dead inside. You might pretend not to care, but you do.”
    He was about to correct her, but his phone vibrated in his pocket. There was no doubting who was bothering him at the moment. It would be the council demanding proof of Annika’s demise. Perfect.
    “Oh my God!” She threw up her hands. “You’re on your phone now ? You’re in the middle of murdering me.”
    “Don’t sound so disgruntled.” Was he teasing her? It was a horrible thought, but he realized that it was actually true. “You’re still alive, aren’t you?”
    She gave a strangled growl, and before Feliks could fully prepare himself, she launched her athletic frame right at him. Instinct had him reaching out to catch her, but he was unprepared for the foot she raised to kick him right between the legs.
    At the last second Feliks was just able to twist his hips and protect his balls from being crushed. Unfortunately, the protective action left him half a dozen steps behind his quarry as she bolted from the apartment. Spinning on his heel, he sprinted after her.
    The narrow hallway was murder on his broad shoulders as he tried to spin around the railing to the stairs. He could hear her pounding down the steps two flights below. Gauging the distance, he vaulted over the ancient wood railing and went into a controlled fall. Winding up in a crouch on the landing, he wasted no time in clearing another flight of stairs in a similar fashion. Twice more and he had beaten Annika to the bottom.
    “Bastard!” she wailed. “Go away!”
    “Annika, come on.” He held out his hands. “I haven’t decided what I’m going to do. Don’t jump to hasty conclusions.”
    “Hasty? Are you insane?” She pivoted and started running back up the stairs.
    Feliks groaned and followed her. At this rate he was going to pass out before he even managed to figure out what was really going on. Although he realized that deep down he had already made the decision to spare her life for the moment. He needed to know why Orlov wanted her dead. Why draw Vadir Polzin out in this way? What purpose did it serve?
    “Go away!” She threw the words over her shoulder right before she attempted to shut her apartment door in his face.
    Feliks shoved his booted foot in the door, wincing when the heavy wood bounced off his toes. Even in the steel-toed boots his foot felt the sting. “Annika, come on.”
    She was backing toward her window, and he realized she might possibly intend to somehow utilize the fire escape. Holding out her hand, palm first, she glanced over her shoulder at her exit.