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her curves replaced by tone muscles. She was proud of her body, proud of the work she'd done.
    But that didn't make his words hurt any less.
    “Time to go, De Sant. We're done.”
    She shoved past him and moved into the hallway. Of course, he'd never listened to her in the past, so she wasn't exactly surprised when he ignored her command and followed her. The upper floor appeared to be empty, and a glance at her watch told her the guards wouldn't be back to check on them for another fifteen minutes or so.
    “So what's your plan?”
    “ Go away, ” she hissed, skirting the edge of the banister and heading into the west wing of the house – where she knew the personal rooms were situated. Damiano would've placed Stankovski's room close to his own, as a valued guest.
    And as someone he'd want to keep an eye on.
    “I'm not just going to let you blunder around on your own,” Marc told her.
    “Really? You didn't have a problem with letting me do that six months ago,” she snapped, counting doors as they passed them.
    “I thought you'd go home,” he said. She stopped moving and he bumped into her.
    “Home!? Did you really think that after all that, after everything we'd gone through, I would just fucking waltz home? That I could go home? You're fucked in the head, De Sant.”
    Her voice was barely more than a growl, and she could feel her anger bubbling just under her surface. Clouding her judgement. Threatening to blind her. Kingsley's smooth voice rolled through her head, blanketing her emotions.
    Kingsley's law: Few things can ruin your plans quite like anger. Love, fear, sadness, all can motivate, but anger? Anger will fuck things right up.
    “I'm sorry if that's how you felt, but I did what I had to -”
    “Shut up, De Sant. Just shut the fuck up, I don't have time to play couples therapy with you. This is Stankovski's room. If you won't leave, then at least get out of my way,” she said, stopping in front of a large oak door. He stepped up to her chest.
    “Did telling me what to do ever work for you in the past?” he asked. She glared.
    “Jesus, you're annoying.”
    “Yet still not half as annoying as you. ”
    “God. Let's just get this over with.”
    Marc nodded and pushed on the door.
    There was no time. He slid into the room, and not wanting to be caught begging in the hall, Lily slipped in directly behind him, actually pressed up against his side. So she didn't know that someone had slipped a burlap bag over his head till a matching one was being put over her own head.
    Just like old fucking times.
    Marc was yelling her name, but she stayed silent, concentrating. Whoever had the bag, they were struggling to pull it into place at the back of her neck. She grabbed her captor by the wrists, then she snapped forward, bending at a right angle. The man holding the bag was flipped over her, landing hard on his back and taking the bag with him.
    Lily dropped into a crouch and immediately kicked off the wall behind her, diving between Marc's legs and scrambling under the bed. Someone grabbed her ankle, but she let out a shout and kicked whoever it was in the face before she crawled out the other side, jumping to her feet. She looked around quickly – Marc was struggling with the man who was holding his arms, shouting obscenities, but with the  bag already over his head, it was clear he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. It would be up to her to get them out of their situation.
    There was a standing floor lamp next to the bed and she grabbed it, ripping the chord out of the wall before swinging the lamp like a bat. It connected with one man's head, shattering the stained glass shade and knocking him to the ground. She wasn't a bow staff expert, not by any means, but Kingsley was deadly with one, and had taught her some basics. She spun the rod above her head before slamming it against the back of another man.
    “ Enough! ”
    Everything stopped. The bedroom door was open, and a form was outlined in the bright