KNOX’S POV

Rafael Montenegro has always known exactly how to get under my skin.

It’s a talent, really.

A decade of watching him perfect it at summits and treaty negotiations and the occasional high-stakes poker game where we both pretended we weren’t calculating how to destroy each other.

He does it with that smile, that lazy aristocratic charm that makes everyone else see a gentleman while I see the predator under.

Takes one to know one, I suppose.

I find him in the small galley near the cockpit, because of course he has a fully stocked bar on his private jet, because of course Rafael Montenegro can’t travel without the...