Chapter Three
Kim Medhurst
Chastain narrowed his eyes. It looked like his glower was sticking around for the foreseeable. “Hmph. His story is all well and good, but I still don’t trust him. It’s all very… convenient, isn’t it?”
“How do you mean?” Kim replied, not remotely surprised this was the stance Chastain was taking. She hadn’t yet made her mind up about Maxim Orlov, and she was eager for input from the others. She couldn’t help feeling buoyed up by the possibility he was actually the solution to a problem she hadn’t even turned her mind to yet, though already her mood was deflating. Chastain certainly wasn’t helping in that department, either.
He cast his gaze to the ceiling for a moment, then looked back at her. “He’s got an answer for everything, hasn’t he? How he found us, why
