Eros drawled, voice lazy and lethal. "Straight to the freshest corpses: shall we? Vincent's networks? Vapor. Dmitri's operation? Six feet under. The man himself? Found dead in his cell. Very mysterious. Very convenient."
His smile sharpened, all teeth and zero mercy. "The CIA was gracious enough to lend a hand. Ava, naturally, was front-row for the whole show. Though—between me and you—I could've snapped that Russian pig's neck myself without breaking a sweat. I'm perfectly capable of ending motherfuckers without government assistance. But why waste calories when the government's eager to help clean up my trash?"
Helena's eyes were twin arctic infernos now, fury boiling behind the ice, lips peeled back in a silent snarl, nostrils flaring like a cornered mare ready to bite or bolt. Her fists stayed clenched, nails carving bloody signatures into her palms.
"If you dragged me here just to gloat—"
