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Elena stares at me. "You think you're funny."

"I know I'm funny."

"No. Evander is funny. You're rich enough that people have been pretending you have a sense of humor."

Evander coughs again.

"Leave," I tell him.

"She said I’m here as a witness."

"Now."

He stands. "For what it's worth, I think you're both making excellent points."

"Evander."

"I'm gone."

The door closes behind him, and Elena waits patiently. I recognize the tactic. Silence until the other person fills it. Unfortunately for her, I can sit through silence for days. She lasts twelve seconds before busting out.

"You cannot lock me inside your penthouse."

"I'm not locking you anywhere."

"You've stationed armed men at the door with instructions not to let me leave."

"They'll let you leave."

Her expression changes.

"With security," I add.

"There it is."

"You were nearly killed."

"So were you."

"This isn't about me."

"That's becoming obvious."

I stand, and her eyes follow me as I walk around the desk.

"I don't know who is behind OB6. I don't know how they knew we spoke to Petros. I don't know how they cleared that office before we arrived, and I don't know how they knew exactly where we'd be when they sent that car. Until I have answers, you don't move around Athens alone."

"You don't get to decide that."

"I just did."

"No, you issued an order. Those are different things."

"Not in my world."

"I'm not one of your men."

"I know."