MalcolmThe cigar burns low between my fingers, ash curling like a question mark above the polished glass ashtray. I watch it smoke instead of watching Redgrave. It’s safer that way. She’s pacing furiously in heels that echo across the marble floor, and it takes everything in me not to roll my eyes at her dramatics.“You had one job,” she says, each word clipped and deliberate. “One simple task. Make sure we have a werewolf to take us across the border. Why weren’t you keeping a closer eye on them?”I don’t bother answering. There’s no good response to a woman who thinks she owns the ground I stand on. Because she does, technically. Her money pays for the men I command, the equipment I use, the silence I keep.That doesn’t mean I have to like it. Only that I have to put up with it. For now.“They were under surveillance,” I say finally, flicking the cigar into the ashtray. “They moved faster than expected.”She stops dead, green eyes narrowing. “They vanished, Malcolm,” she hisse
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