“You didn’t come today,” he observes, watching me as Ana ladles us some mushroom soup for an appetizer.“Why not?”
I shrug, ignoring the imploring look Ana gives me before going back to the kitchen.“I wasn’t feeling well.”
Julian frowns.“You’re sick?”
“No, just a bit under the weather.Plus I had a paper to finish and some lectures to catch up on.”
“Is that right?”He stares at me, his eyebrows drawn together.Leaning forward, he asks softly, “Are you sulking, my pet?”
“No, Julian,” I reply as sweetly as I can, dipping my spoon in the soup.“Sulking would imply that I’m mad at something you did.But I don’t get to be mad, do I?You can do whatever you want to me, and I’m supposed to just accept it, right?”And taking a sip of the richly flavored soup, I give him a saccharine smile, enjoying the way his eyes narrow at my response.I know I’m tugging on a tiger’s tail, but I don’t want a sweet, gentle Julian tonight.It’s too misleading, too unsettling for my peace of mind.
To my frustration, he doesn’t take the bait.Whatever anger I managed to provoke is short-lived, and in the next moment, he leans back, a slow, sexy smile teasing at the corners of his lips.“Are you trying to guilt me, baby?Surely you know by now that I’m beyond that kind of emotion.”
“Of course you are.”I meant the words to sound bitter, but they come out breathless instead.Even now, he has the power to make my senses whirl and spin with nothing more than a smile.
He grins, knowing full well how he affects me, and dips his own spoon into the soup.“Just eat, Nora.You can show me how mad you are in the bedroom, I promise.”And with that tantalizing threat, he begins consuming his soup, leaving me no choice but to follow his lead.
As we eat, Julian peppers me with questions about my classes and how my online program is going so far.He seems genuinely interested in what I have to say, and I soon find myself talking to him about my difficulties with Calculus—has a more boring subject ever been invented?—and discussing the pros and cons of taking a Humanities course next semester.I’m sure he must find my concerns amusing—after all, it’s just school—but if he does, he doesn’t show it.Instead he makes me feel like I’m talking to a friend, or maybe a trusted advisor.
That’s one of the things that make Julian so irresistible: his ability to listen, to make me feel important to him.I don’t know if he does it on purpose, but there are few things more seductive than having someone’s undivided attention—and I always have that with Julian.I’ve had it since day one.Evil kidnapper or not, he’s always made me feel wanted and desired, like I’m the center of his world.
Like I genuinely matter.
As the dinner continues, Ana’s story plays over and over in my mind, making me viciously glad that Juan Esguerra is dead.How could a father do that to his son?What kind of monster would purposefully try to mold his child into a killer?I picture twelve-year-old Julian standing up to that brute for a defenseless kitten, and I feel an unwitting flash of pride at my husband’s courage.I have a feeling keeping that pet against his father’s wishes had been far from easy.
I’m still nowhere near ready to forgive Julian, but as we make our way through the second course, I consider the possibility that something other than Julian’s stalker tendencies was behind his desire to implant those trackers in me.Could it be that instead of not caring for me, he cares too much?Could his love be that dark and obsessive?That twisted?I’d known, of course, about Maria’s death and that of his parents, but I never put the two events together, never thought of it as Julian losing everyone he’s ever cared about.If Ana is right—if I truly am that special to Julian—then it’s not particularly surprising that he’d go to such lengths to ensure my safety, especially since he almost lost me once.
It’s insane and scary, but not particularly surprising.
“So what was so urgent this morning?”I ask, finishing my second serving of the baked salmon dish Ana prepared as the main course.My appetite is back with a vengeance, all traces of my earlier malaise gone.It’s amazing what even a little bit of Julian’s company does to me; his proximity is better than any mood-boosting drug on the market.“When you couldn’t join me for breakfast, I mean?”
“Oh, yes, I’ve been meaning to tell you about that,” Julian says, and I see a gleam of dark excitement in his eyes.“Peter’s contacts in Moscow got us permission to move in with an operation to extract Majid and the rest of the Al-Quadar fighters from Tajikistan.As soon as we’re ready—hopefully in a week or so—we’ll be making our move.”
“Oh, wow.”I stare at him, both excited and disturbed by the news.“When you say ‘we,’ you mean your men, right?”
“Well, yes.”Julian appears puzzled by my question.“I’m going to take a group of about fifty of our best soldiers and leave the rest to guard the compound.”
“You’re going to go on this operation yourself?”My heart skips a beat as I wait anxiously for his answer.
“Of course.”He looks surprised that I would think otherwise.“I always go on these types of missions myself if I can.Besides, I have some business in Ukraine that’s best handled in person, so I’ll deal with that on the way back.”
“Julian…” I feel sick all of a sudden, all the food I’ve eaten sitting in my stomach like a rock.“This sounds really dangerous… Why do you have to go?”
“Dangerous?”He laughs softly.“Are you worried about me, my pet?I can assure you, there’s no need.The enemy is going to be outnumbered and outgunned.They don’t stand a chance, believe me.”
“You don’t know that!What if they set off a bomb or something?”My voice rises as I remember the horror of the warehouse explosion.“What if they trick you in some way?You know they want to kill you—”
“Well, technically, they want to force me to give them the explosive,” he corrects me, a dark smile curving his lips, “andthenthey want to kill me.But you have nothing to worry about, baby.We’ll scan their quarters for any signs of bombs before we go in, and we’ll all be wearing full-body armor that can withstand all but a rocket blast.”
I push my plate away, not the least bit reassured.“So let me get this straight… You’re forcing me to wear trackers here, where nobody can touch a single hair on my head, and you’re planning to traipse off to Tajikistan to play ‘capture the terrorist’?”
Julian’s smile disappears, his expression hardening.“I’m not playing, Nora.Al-Quadar represents a very real threat, and it’s one that I need to eliminate as quickly as possible.We need to strike at them before they come after us, and this is the perfect opportunity to do that.”
I glare at him, the sheer unfairness of the whole thing making my blood pressure rise.“But why do you have to go in person?You have all these soldiers and mercenaries at your command—surely they don’t need you there—”
“Nora…” His voice is gentle, but his eyes are hard and cold, like icicles.“This is not up for debate.The day I start fearing my own shadow is the day I need to leave this business for good—because it will mean that I have grown soft.Soft and lazy, like the man whose factory I took when I was first starting out…” He smiles again at my look of shock.“Oh, yes, my pet, how do you think I switched from drugs to weapons?I took over someone’s existing operation and built on it.My predecessor also had soldiers and mercenaries at his command, but he was little more than a glorified paper pusher and everyone knew it.He didn’t keep tight reins on his organization, and it was a simple matter to bribe a few people and overthrow him, taking his rocket factory for my own.”Julian pauses to let me digest that for a second, then adds, “I’m not going to be that man, Nora.This mission is important to me, and I have every intention of overseeing it myself.Majid will not survive this time—I will make sure of that.”
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