“When?”
“Six months ago.”
Fucking fuck. Another confirmation that was like putting nails in a coffin.
“Nash!” While his voice had been calm, his sister’s voice grated with intensity. “What is happening?”
“Classified,” he snapped back.
“What? You can’t be serious!”
Oh, unfortunately, he was.
“Nash.” Agnes’s tone told him she was on the verge of losing what little patience she possessed. Truth be told, his sister never had much patience, even on good nights. This was not a good night.
“Delaney is safe. I have her, and I will keep her.” There. Done. “Talk soon.”
“Nash!”
He hung up the phone. Tossed it on the edge of his bed but stalked toward Delaney. The floor squeaked beneath his feet, and he was aware of every single heartbeat and breath that he took.
She pulled the covers closer to her, tucking them beneath her chin. “Nash?”
He stopped right beside her bed. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but, instead, his hands fisted at his sides. “Say his alias again.”
“I…Typhon?”
Dammit. “And you met him in Milan? Six months ago?”
She nodded.
Hell. She wasn’t just a victim. She was a high priority witness.
“You know the name, don’t you?” Soft. Worried. Her question hung in the air between them. “The Typhon alias. You’ve heard it before?”
Oh, unfortunately, he did know it. And she was giving him confirmation of something the CIA had needed for a long time. “In Greek mythology, Typhon was known as the Father of All Monsters.”
Her head slid over the pillow.
“He was the worst of the monsters,” Nash continued carefully. “The deadliest.”
“Kurt isn’t some Greek myth. He’s an asshole, but just a man.”
She didn’t understand. “Typhon is an alias used by an international criminal, Delaney.”
She sat up in bed, fast, pulling that cover up with her. “What?”
“He’s a killer, a weapons’ dealer, and the leader of a very dangerous and cutthroat syndicate.” There was no time to soften this news. Not if she could directly testify to the fact that Typhon and Kurt Wellington were the same individual. That she’d witnessed Typhon murder someone in cold blood. The CIA had smoke and mirrors, they had suspicions that pointed to Kurt as being the wanted killer but Delaney…Delaney had been there during a hit. She’d heard someone call Kurt by that infamous alias. “Typhon is the father for them, their leader. He’s been on the CIA’s hit list for a very, very long time.” If what she was saying was true, if she could provide direct evidence that tied Kurt to all of Typhon’s crimes…
Game changer.
She stared at him, with her mouth hanging open just a bit. “Wait…no.” A brisk shake of her head. “How would you even know this? How could you know anything about the CIA’s hit list?”
Time to put his cards on the table. He’d thought this reveal could wait, at least until dawn. As usual, fate was not on his side. “I know because I’m not a doctor, Delaney. I’m a spy. I work for the CIA, and I’ve been hunting Typhon for a very long time.”
And…
She laughed. Right in his face.
