That can’t be good. “Thank you.” She turns to leave but I catch her. “Rada?”
“Don’t mention this to my wife.”
Her brow pulls in concern, but she nods. “Yes, sir.”
I go downstairs, but the entryway is empty. The porch is empty, too. Then I look down the drive and see Konstantin standing inside the security shack with a handful of my guards gathered around him.
My suspicions swirl violently as I walk down there without even bothering to put a shirt on. “Konstantin?”
My cousin waves me over, his voice low. “Get in here. The package arrived about ten minutes ago. It’s sealed ten ways to Tuesday. We’ve almost got it open.”
“Rada said it was addressed to Paige.”
Konstantin nods. “It was in a crate when it arrived. Carried in by a delivery driver.” He snorts, hardly able to believe it hims
