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A noise pulls my attention from the oven.

I turn just in time to see Markev walking into the kitchen like he owns the place.

I narrow my eyes.

“What are you doing here?”I ask flatly.

He smirks. “Your father took forever to leave. I debated coming in anyway and ruining the party, but I figured that wouldn’t end well.”

“How did you get inside?”

“Your security is terrible,” he growls.

I narrow my eyes. “You’re bluffing.”

He shrugs. “You’re right. I was actually impressed by how secure it was.” His mouth tilts faintly. “Still, what’s the point of having a friend on the inside if you can’t enjoy the perks?”

“Did you just call Adriano yourfriend?”

He smirks again. “When necessary.”

“So you’re using me,” Adriano deadpans from behind him.

Markev doesn’t even look back.

“Something like that.” He winks, his eyes roaming over me possessively, and a shiver runs through my body.

I haven’t seen him these past few days, since Ophelia was discharged from the hospital, and seeing him now, I realise I missed him.

Fuck.

What has my life become, missing the enemy of all people?

Chapter 51

Octavia

I roll my eyes at both of them before turning back to the chaos I created, collecting the bowls and brushing flour from the kitchen island.

Markev drops onto one of the stools, a lazy grin playing at his mouth as he watches my every movement with the attentiveness of a besotted puppy.

My eyes roam around the kitchen. We are alone, yet in this house, even the walls are inclined to listen.

I turn back to Adriano. “Do you have something for me?”

He shakes his head once before answering. “Absolutely nothing. The man is a ghost.”

I don’t like that answer.

The psycho straightens in his chair. The change in him is immediate, his posture goes rigid, his expression hardens, his eyes darken to something close to black, as if a switch has been flipped.

“He’ll strike again,” Markev says flatly.

“Definitely,” I agree.

“He’s waiting,” Adriano adds. “Whoever this is, he’s careful. The payments are clean, no names and no trails.”

“Which means,” Markev says, his voice dropping, “either he’s powerful in his own right, or someone powerful is backing him.”