Chapter 836

• Svetlana’s laughter died, replaced by a sharp, calculating gleam as she pulled a slender, encrypted burner phone from her clutch.
• She slid it across the marble tabletop until it bumped against Persis’s hand.
• "Since you’re so adept at identifying the flaws in a spy’s armor, Portia, let’s put that theory to use," Svetlana said, her voice dropping into a silky, dangerous challenge. "Our perfect little maid is due for her check-in.”