ANYA’S POVNobody in that room moved. Voss’s smile hung in the air like a held note, and Kane’s hand, which had been warm around mine only a moment ago, went rigid.“I beg your pardon?” I asked.“Oh, I do apologise.” Voss pressed two fingers to his chest. “I assumed Mrs Ross was aware. Forgive me, Mr Maxwell. I would hate to spoil a surprise.”“Get out,” Kane said.“Of course.” Voss buttoned his jacket, nodded to his men, and walked towards the door with the leisurely pace of someone leaving a theatre. “My lawyers will be in touch, Mrs Ross. Do ask your friend about Lisbon.”The door clicked shut behind them.For a moment, I remained where I was, staring at the spot Voss had occupied. Then I slowly let go of Kane’s hand.“Anya,” he began.“Not here.”I turned and walked out of the room before he could say anything else. I could feel his eyes on my back, but I didn't look at him. I passed Mrs Lindqvist’s desk, ignoring the concerned glance she threw my way, and headed straight for my o
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