Chapter 185

• Leonora
• Now that Rafayel was gone, I released the most satisfying scream of frustration I’d ever mustered. After my confession, it should have been satisfying watching him seethe and stomp off with red ears and a clamped jaw. And it was a miracle when steam didn’t blow out his ears.
• We both knew I wasn’t bluffing. I’d not only planted the seed in Papa’s mind about upsetting the Russians, but I also went ahead and mapped out the entire frigging blueprints—every single significant detail, down to the men who’d bust into the secret location to force Jabril into switching sides after he saw incriminating photos of him in several hotel rooms with different women. The death of the Russian soldier was the one thing we hadn’t accounted for.