“You need to leave immediately,” Mavros said as we walked into his penthouse.“Why?” I muttered, though I had an inkling of the reason he'd said that. He paused in his hurried stride towards his bedroom, his phone clutched in iron-solid fingers as he whirled towards me, his expression filled with disbelief.“Why? Are you seriously asking that, Laura?”I sighed and leaned against the door, feeling the beginning of a headache slither against my skull.“Right, I'm sorry. I need to leave,” I muttered. I felt suddenly exhausted at that moment, filled with tiredness, sadness, and the smouldering embers of hate that I harboured for Eleanor and her son…and his new bride as well. Going there had been a waste of time, and in retrospect, perhaps a mistake as well. I'd failed to retrieve the things I'd gone for, and Eleanor was now aware that the assassin she had hired for kill me had failed. “Obviously,” Mavros spat, the tone of his voice filling me with sudden irritation. “We cannot wait till
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