70 - Blaine.

"Are you insane?" Azira asks, pacing up and down the old abandoned dock warehouse that I picked to hide in.

Her face is stained with tears and red, but she still looks as angelic as ever.

I shrug. "Possibly."

There's an acute pain in her eyes. "You murdered Sandro!" She's hysterical.

I walk toward her, but she dodges away from me.

"No, stay away from me." Her eyes are wide with a mix of fear and anguish.

"Sandro, I assume, is your bodyguard, and I didn't kill him." I draw in a deep breath to keep calm. "I purposely gave him a flesh wound that will heal within weeks, but I had to make your kidnapping realistic."

"How can you be so sure you didn't hit something major?"

I stare at her, waiting for the penny to drop. Her anatomy professor knows exactly where to shoot a man to kill or to maim. "You do realize that's literally what I teach week in and week out?"

Some of the tension eases. "Of course." She shakes her head. "But you can't kidnap me, for fuck's sake. My brother will kill you."