I swallowed hard.
We’d walked straight into the jaws of the trap.
We had nothing to go on except his name, and Chase had counted on that. He’d built the perfect snare. And we walked right into it.
Justin stepped closer. His blade hovered near my throat.
“Mr. Robert,” he said, using my alias. “Who sent you?”
That’s when I realized it, he didn’t know who we really were.
And that might be the only leverage we had left.
“Mr. Daniel Northwood,” I said quickly, calm and convincing. “He’s a business associate.”
Justin narrowed his eyes.
From the corner of my mind, Denis’s voice echoed through the link. What are you doing, Lucian?
Follow my story, I told them. Don’t break character.
Justin took another step forward, suspicion etched across his face. “Why would Mr. Northwood send you?”
