Ares driver took me to her office, but I had him drop me off a block away.
By the time I walked into her office, I already knew how this was going to end.
She just didn’t.
Bianca looked up.
Confusion first.
Then recognition.
“I should have known it was you and not Ares,” she said slowly.
“Should have, but you didn’t.”
I closed the door behind me.
“You know, you’re prettier up close,” she said. “Thought you still looked like a?—”
I pulled the gun I stole from Ares’s bag and pressed it to her forehead before she could finish her insulting sentence.
“No,” I said softly. “I look like the woman you should never speak about or lie to.”
Her breathing changed.
Fast now.
“You don’t have to do this,” she said. “If this is about Ares?—”
“It is,” I cut in. “And it’s not.” I leaned in just enough. “I didn’t come here to argue with you.” The gun stayed steady. “I came for information.”
Her eyes flickered. “What information?”
“Tell me what you have planned for my husband.”
That word hit.
Husband.
She swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I sighed. “You do.”
The gun pressed harder. “I’m not in the mood to play with you.”
She glanced at the door.
Then laughed.
Short.
Sharp.
“You really don’t know?”
My eyes narrowed. “Know what?”
Silence.
