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Thinking about her mouth made my dick stir again—damn her—but thinking about someone else touching her made my vision go red at the edges.

“You want Andrei,” I said. “You want Mikhail. You’ve probably got the Markov triad, and Kara Lennox too. And you want Katya because she knows too much about your little Revenant group, don’t you.”

The commander’s jaw flexed.

Bullseye.

He exhaled once, clipped and irritated. “We have enough.”

“But not the ones who matter.”

His silence was answer enough.

I chuckled under my breath.

He frowned.

“What is so funny?”

I looked up, a grin plastered all over my face. “I’m just imagining how much chaos Andrei’s going to cause while you idiots are chasing your own tails. He’s probably already in your server room. Or your armory. Or your goddamn cafeteria, charming a chef into smuggling him into this place on a soup cart.”

By the look on his face, he did not like that image.

I lifted my gaze again, honing it on him until the commander finally looked away first.

That mattered.

That told me something I’d suspected from the moment he walked in. He wasn’t here to break me. He was here because someone above him was nervous.

“Tell me where she is,” I said softly.

He stiffened. “No.”

“Then I’ll find her without your help.”

“How would you?—”

“You talk too much when you’re annoyed,” I interrupted. “You think about what you’re not allowed to say. And the best part?” I bared my teeth. “You think you have time.”

“And you don’t?” he countered.

“No,” I said. “But my brothers don’t need time.”

Quiet concern flickered behind his eyes.

“Enjoy your confidence while you can,” he murmured. “Your elder brother is far away somewhere. He’s not coming for you. And as for your younger brother…” His lips curved. “We have measures for men like him. He will not get far.”

Wrong.

I leaned in, bringing my mouth a hairsbreadth from his ear. “You should worry less about Andrei gettingfar,” I whispered. “And more about him gettingclose.”

His breath stuttered.

Another tell.

Delicious.

He stepped back sharply. “We’re done.”