Hand over Savannah Caine.
I nodded. “I’ll get to the bottom of this.”
I left, and Regina tailed me down the hall. Once we were out of earshot, I
pulled her to the side. “This is Kahanov, for certain. He’s trying to force me
to hand Savannah over.”
“Will you?”
“No.”
She frowned, and I could sense her dissent.
“You think it’s the wrong decision? Kahanov is a terrorist. I won’t
negotiate.”
She averted her eyes. “It’s the right call. For now.”
I followed her look back down the hall to the worried mother sitting alone
in the waiting room.
What a fucking mess. Regina was my second in command. That meant
she could question, doubt, and consider all options. But I couldn’t. I was
alpha, and I wouldn’t bend before him.
“I’m going to the Archives to chase a lead. You need to get the word out.
Find out if anyone else has been attacked. Get someone to interview the last
people to see each of the victims awake, as well as anyone who was
approached by a faceless man in their dreams.”
“On it,” she said with palpable relief. She was more comfortable when
she had a clear plan to pursue.
I turned and headed down the hall. As I walked, I texted Damian Malek,
one of Magic Side’s underworld bosses. I’m calling in a favor. I need to find
the Viper, whoever the hell she is. ASAP.
Savannah, Amal, Neve, Regina, Damian. One of them was going to find
something that pointed to what Kahanov was up to.
And once I knew that, I would relentlessly hunt him down and make him
beg for mercy. I would become his nightmare.
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