“Maybe so,” I say. “But you and Samantha were the only two people who knew where I was and where I planned to leave the girl.”

He points at me, his expression twisted with disbelief. “But you told me Samantha was the one. You said the girl told you that Samantha got a call….”

“I lied.”

He still hasn’t flinched.

Is he telling the truth?

I raise my gun to him.

Niklas’ eyes widen and he puts out his hands toward me.

“Victor, I didn’t betray you. I swear to you on my life, I told no one anything!”

My finger presses carefully on the trigger.

“You are my brother!” he shouts. “I have always done what you asked, kept your secrets, played your game between Vonnegut and the orders he gave you! I would die before I betrayed you!”

When Niklas’ eyes avert behind me, I know that Sarai is standing there.

“I told you not to come out.” I keep my eyes on Niklas.

He looks back and forth between the two of us, his features riddled by shock and betrayal on my part.

“You said she died.”

“I lied about that, too.”

I press the trigger a little more.

“So who’s lying to who then? Who’s been betraying who?!”

Back and forth his eyes dart.

“Victor! It. Wasn’t. Me!” he roars. He’s more angry than scared, his face twisted with heartbreak and disbelief, his hands clenched tightly into fists at his sides. “I won’t beg for my life. I won’t do it, brother. If you must kill me then kill me, be done with it, but know that I did not betray you!”

In the last second, I lower my gun and catch the breath I’ve been holding for the past few minutes.

Then I sit down in the nearby chair and slump against it.

Silence fills the room. I’ve never been so confused in my life about anything.

“I think he’s telling the truth,” Sarai says softly behind me. I feel her there, standing with her fingers draped over the back of my chair. For a moment, I almost reach up and touch them.

Finally, I raise my eyes to Niklas and say to Sarai, “I believe he is, too.”

“How is she alive?” Niklas asks, more concerned with her than the fact that I’ve decided not to shoot him. He seems to be looking at her more now than me. I can’t tell yet what level of discontent he’s feeling about this, but maybe once the shock wears off I’ll be able to read his face a little easier.

“Samantha didn’t tell Javier where we were, either,” I say. “I only told you that to get you here because I was certain you were the one. You were the only one left.”

“Samantha was killed trying to protect me,” Sarai speaks up.

I wish she’d just stop talking and go back into the room.

“Javier killed her,” she adds with sadness in her voice.

“And Sarai killed Javier before I got there,” I say.

Niklas stares at both of us for a long time, perhaps still trying to fit all of the pieces together in his mind, and likely still feeling stung by my deceiving him the way I did to get him here.

“Fine,” he says, slashing the air in front of him with his hand. “Samantha didn’t do it, but neither did I.”

Sarai’s fingers move from the back of the chair and touch the back of my shoulders, likely involuntarily because she’s so nervous. For a moment, I find myself wanting her fingers there, but I get up quickly before my brother gets the wrong idea, if he hasn’t already.

“What is all this about?” Niklas asks. “Tell me Victor; what has this girl got to do with you?” He starts pacing again, looking back at me every so often, his mind in overdrive. “You went to Mexico to hear Javier’s offer, to see whose offer was worth the contract, his or Guzmán’s. And then on the way out, you find a stowaway in your car who clearly belonged to Javier Ruiz—”

“I don’t belong to anyone,” Sarai says acidly. “And my name isn’t girl, it’s Sarai.”

I put my hand up to her and she stops talking, but her harsh gaze grows darker looking across at Niklas. She crosses her arms.

Niklas glares back at her, but he says to me, “I’ve already reported the lies you told me to get me here to Vonnegut.” He sits back down in the chair. “You know as well as I do that to retract that story will raise all sorts of questions. You can’t keep her hidden forever. You might as well have formally requested a new liaison because they will assign someone else to you simply because of our ‘miscommunication’ if that’s what we choose to tell him.” He shakes his head at me, a faint smile of disbelief at his lips. “You’ve done all of this, you’ve lied to the Order, you’ve put the entire mission in jeopardy, destroyed it actually, all because of this girl…” He sneers. “Safe House Twelve was compromised because of her.”

Niklas looks right at Sarai standing behind me and without having to see her myself, I can sense the resentment boiling within her.

“So many are dead because of her,” Niklas says. “Samantha. That girl back in Arizona. Reports were that she was only sixteen-years-old. Dead because of…Sarai.” He smirks.

I see Sarai’s long, reddish hair whip behind her as she rushes past me. I could have reached out and stopped her, but Niklas deserves whatever retribution she can manage to dish out before he knocks her on her ass.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Sarai

My face burns with contempt, tears pouring from my eyes in droves as I bolt across the short distance toward Niklas.

I don’t care that he looks both surprised and faintly amused as I lunge for him, swinging my fists chaotically in front of me at his face.

In a flash, I’m on the floor on my back and Niklas is crouched on top of me, his hand pressed around my throat, rendering me unable to catch my breath. I claw at his wrist with both of my hands and try to kick him but there’s no way I’m moving from this spot. He glares down at me and moves his hand from my throat to my cheeks, seizing my jaw with his fingers like a vise-grip. With his other hand, he pins my wrists together, forcing them against my chest. He turns my chin to one side and then the other and I taste the chemicals leftover from his aftershave as his index finger presses against the edge of my lips.

“Get off me!” I growl under the weight of his hand.

“Niklas,” Victor says calmly from behind. “Leave her be.”

Niklas’ blue eyes bore into mine and he holds me here in this position for three more excruciatingly long seconds before doing what Victor said.

I try to catch my breath when he releases me, but I think mostly I just hold it longer until he has moved away from me completely.

I raise my back from the floor, but stay sitting on it. I’m so hurt, so outraged at Niklas for the things he said, but my pride hurts worse than anything.

Because I know he’s right.

I look at the floor rather than at either one of them. I don’t want them to see the shame and guilt on my face although it would be evident to anyone that it’s there.

“Niklas,” Victor says calmly, “I am sorry to have compromised you.”

I look up instantly. I feel a mood shift in the room and though I’m not exactly sure which one, I can tell by the pause in Victor’s voice that it’s something life-changing.

“We could devise a plan,” he goes on with Niklas’ undivided attention. “Let Vonnegut believe that Sarai is, in fact, dead—”

“Or we could just kill her to make it true.”

I jerk my head sideways to look at Niklas, who’s looking right back at me with the same condescension.

Victor shakes his head, objecting to his mordant yet entirely serious proposal.

“We could devise a plan together,” Victor continues in the same stoic tone, “or I could do it on my own and you can walk away and not be any part of it.”

Niklas’ eyes grow wide, his body locks up firmly. He seems at a loss for words. And so am I. I may not understand how these kinds of things work in their business, but I don’t really need to know that what Victor just proposed is something very dangerous. It’s suicide.