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Niko rises off my lap like a corpse in a creepy movie, throwing his legs to the side at the same time he fishes out his phone from somewhere. “Damn it” he cursed under his breath. He pulls his jaw to the right, then the left, popping bones, he shakes his head once.

Phone to his ear he growls “Get up here now” His fingers fly around the keypad in rapid sessions, shooting out messages is my guess.

My brows go up and I wonder who it is that has him reacting so strongly. I get up slowly. My eyes flew between Niko and Maria.

And did she say, Madam Salvatore?

...Isn’t that supposed to be me?

Or Eva? I shake my head, no, that’s wrong.

“Where is she?” Niko asks the same time I ask “Who is that?”

“At the entrance, as per your orders, the guards cannot allow armed men into the premises and she refuses to be without her men”

“This is a cluster fuck, how the fuck did she get here without my knowing, fuck, fuck!” Niko mumbles to himself, eyes still on his phone, a scowl on his face. Who