Chapter 13

Boom—

A bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, bleaching the living room bone-white.

Clemensa's blood froze in that instant.

He knew? Ivanov had sold her out?

No.

Clemensa's brain raced. If Ivanov had truly sold her out, Carmine wouldn't be sitting here talking to her; he would have snapped her neck already.

"What does that mean?" Clemensa wore an expression of utter confusion, laced with t