**Benedict's POV**

I drove to Sam's house with his voice still in my ear and the name Alena Angelov sitting like a brand on the rest of the day.

The gates opened. I did not wait in the hall. Wine and old money hung in the sitting room air. Sam was exactly where he had said he would be - glass in hand, collar loose, comfortable enough to look bored when I walked in.

He flashed me a grin and let it vanish before I could register it. This little fucker was taunting me!

"That was quick," he said. "Did you leave her holding the sister, or did you finally...