Meir nodded.
“Didn't it say the leader killed only a group of family members?" He scoffed softly. “That makes me safe around her, then.” He muttered softly to himself, but loud enough for Meir to hear.
“I strongly doubt that, Don.”
Damon rolled his eyes impatiently. “What else is there to know?”
“Didn't you always have Haider rings?" He asked, and Damon adjusted, bewildered and with his brows raised.
“How did you find out about that? I kept that a secret and stayed away from it for years.”
“Let's just say I'm very good at my job, and I do a background check on my clients before working with them.” His unwavering, calm voice made it hard for Damon to believe.
He pulled a gun out of the drawer and pointed it to Meir's head. “Who are you? Why are you here?”
“Pull the trigger and forge
