Fedor asked softly as he moved through the room. Veronika nearly burst through the door and ran to her father’s arms, but there was blood all over his face. She peered through the crack and pressed her hand to her mouth. No doubt that was Dmitri’s blood. “Safe where you can’t get to her,” Kaz said as he stood between Fedor and the bedroom where she hid. Veronika felt her heart lurch. Her father would kill Kaz without a second thought. What was he doing?“Why would you think that my daughter would have reason to fear me?”“That’s a good question. If Pavel was here, we could ask him that as well.” Veronika watched as her father froze. “Leave us,” he told his guards quietly. They hesitated, and he swung his head around. “Back to the cars. Now!” he barked. They lowered their guns and retreated. Fedor looked at Kaz with an impassive face. “Don’t want anyone to know about Pavel?” Kaz asked. Veronika watched him ball his fist up. “It’s not like that white hat of yours isn’t already soaking in blood.
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