I keep forgetting how little Sera knows about this life. "My head of security."
"Are we in danger?"
I laugh quietly. "Always."
I lean down and press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in her scent. "Get some rest."
I'm halfway to the door when her voice stops me.
"Adrian."
I look back.
She's standing there in my jacket, looking small and lost and beautiful. "You're really leaving?"
"You need rest."
"I need—" She stops. Shakes her head. "Never mind."
"What do you need, Sera?"
She looks away. "I don't know anymore."
The honesty in that admission nearly breaks me. I cross back to her, cup her face, press my forehead to hers.
"Sleep," I tell her. "Tomorrow, I'll take you to see Gabe. I promise."
"You promise a lot of things."
"And I keep them." I brush my lips across hers. Once. Soft. "Get some rest, wife."
Then I leave before I can change my mind.
Leo is waiting in my office when I arrive.
"The wedding went well," he observes.
"It went as expected." I pour myself a drink. Whiskey. Neat. "Alexei made his move."
Leo's expression sharpens. "What did he say?"
I relay the conversation. The implications about Gabriel. The suggestion that Sera's brother has been feeding information to the Morozovs.
"Do you believe him?" Leo asks when I finish.
"I believe Gabriel Romano is a problem." I take a drink. "Whether he's an informant or just an idiot with a gambling addiction, he's created a vulnerability. And Alexei knows it."
"What do you want to do?"
"Find out the truth." I set down my glass. "Gabriel's being held at the safe house in Queens. Tomorrow morning, I want to know everything. Every debt. Every contact. Every conversation he's had with anyone connected to the Morozovs."
"And if he was feeding them information?"
"Then he's lucky I married his sister before I found out." My jaw tightens. "Because that's the only reason he'll live through this."
Leo nods. "I'll have answers by morning."
"Good." I lean back in my chair. "And Leo? Make sure no one disturbs Sera tonight. She's exhausted."
