Davin stared at the man in front of him, his gaze sweeping over his brown-skinned torso once again.

“So… what’s the explanation for that?” Davin asked. “You’re as fresh as the day, yet I have a video of a knife going through you.”

Arjun looked at him, his spine straightening.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he murmured.

Davin sighed. “Look, Arjun… I’m not here for you. But I am looking for someone else—and I know you’re working with them.”

“Once again,” Arjun said, unyielding, “I have no idea what you’re saying. I have nothing to hide.”

“Okay,” Davin said evenly. “Then you won’t mind me taking you...