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Leaning back against the cracked plaster of the wall, I let my eyes shut. It had been so long since I had last slept properly that I was beginning to feel drugged and out of it.

I just needed to rest for a few minutes. Whilst it was still light enough to see in case someone came in. If I was going to protect Alec and get us out of here, then I needed to be as sharp as a knife.

Well, sharp as a blunt spoon would have been an improvement to how I was feeling now, but that still meant I had to rest. Just for a second.

"Where are they?"

Marguerite's voice cut through any thought of rest I had. My eyes snapped open.

"Where you left them yesterday," the man who I recognized as the driver said. After so long trapped here, I was getting good at recognizing voices. "When is this going to be over, Marguerite?"

"It’s almost time. Just a little while longer." Her voice softened, and in the silence that fell, I could hear the unmistakable sound of kissing.

That’s why he had looked strangely familiar outside the hospital. I’d seen him briefly once before. At the engagement party when I’d caught Marguerite kissing him.

He was her lover.

"Don’t abandon me now," she whispered in her fake breathy voice.

"Never." Unlike hers, his voice was strong. "I will never leave you to a man like this. I just want this over."

Her sigh was loud. "I want that as well, and it will be soon. He’s pretty much putty in my hands."

An edge of triumph had entered her voice, and I could easily picture her smug face.

The "him" they were talking about was clearly Ilya.

"He thinks she kidnapped the boy and is ripping the city apart to find her," she giggled. "I’ve heard there’s a no-mercy order. He’s going to put a bullet in her skull the second he finds her."

"Except we don’t want him to find her," her partner pointed out.

I swallowed hard. Ilya thought I had kidnapped Alec? Of course he did. There had never been a second since I had met him that he hadn’t thought the worst of me.

Still, better me dead and Alec saved than the alternative.

"Well, not until we are ready," Marguerite giggled. "I don’t even think he will do it himself, although he might pull himself together long enough to do it." There was more laughter. Like she thought this whole situation was the funniest thing ever. "The mighty Ilya Popovitch is a mess."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean he’s locked himself in his study drinking. Lamenting the fact he trusted a woman who kidnapped his child. His men follow orders, but he is broken. Imagine what he will be like when he finds the body of his son in the gutter outside his building."

I couldn’t help it; I moved closer to Alec. So that was their plan. To murder an innocent boy. But why? Alec was worth more alive than dead. Ilya would burn the world to ash to avenge his child. So why kill him?

"Imagine his rage when he finds out Daisy did it. It will take away two of my problems in one go because I really do think he will kill her this time. And then I will be free and clear to—"

I gasped so hard that it made my chest ache.

Fuck, that was their plan. They were going to murder Alec and make Ilya think I did it.

Shit.

Chapter Thirty

Daisy

I must have gasped too loudly because in the next second, the lock was slammed back and the door opened. Fighting back a scream, I scrambled on all fours towards Alec’s sleeping form, keeping my body between him and the door.

Now that I knew what they planned, all the exhaustion left me. My hands shook as I clenched them at my sides. Deep down, I knew there wasn’t much I could do. I was outmanned, and even if I hadn’t been, I was so weak from lack of food and water that I knew I couldn’t put up much of a fight.