By the time they reached Laskaris, Darya was no longer scared. She was f*****g pissed. Someone needed to die. Magda was the sweetest, gentlest woman on the planet and she was probably terrified of what was going on. If a single hair on her head was harmed, there would be hell to pay.
She clenched her fists. She hated being scared. The more frightened she was, the angrier she was. She needed to pummel whoever took Mags into the ground.
Kostas reached for her hand and she yanked it away. “Don’t touch me.”
“Why?” he seemed confused.
“I can’t deal with this and you at the same time. I need to think and you make it difficult for me to think.”
She missed the crooked smile on his face as she stormed past him. She was shaking with unbridled rage and she shoved into the office and glared aroun
