Belladonna wasn’t to be trusted.

Not only because of the things she said, but because of what she didn’t.

Luna Runehart made it a point to keep her opinions to herself when it came to the other woman, mostly because she didn’t feel the same way as the others. She didn’t hate her on principle. She didn’t think she was a, “Bitch that needed to be stoned,” as she’d overheard someone say.

As far as she could tell, nothing at all was simple about the woman currently languishing away in the cell below. Belladonna might very well be plotting against the Kingmaker and making it a point to make his life a living hell, but she couldn’t help but think whatever the reason behind her actions, at the very least, she felt they were valid.

What could he have possibly done to make her react this way? To make Belladonna want to hurt him by any means necessary?

Luna thought she knew betrayal when she learned the truth about her husband and the secrets he’d been keeping from her, but in the end, she had only walked away from Kit—she hadn’t tried to destroy him.

Which was how she knew, despite all evidence to the contrary, some part of Belladonna still loved the Kingmaker.

It was the only thing that made sense.

Her phone’s sudden chiming made her blink twice, dragging her gaze away from the tiny window to her left down to the sat phone in her lap. Her cell was on airplane mode while flying, but she knew that leaving without giving Kit a way to get a hold of her wouldn’t go over well at all.

He would be liable to send the Wild Bunch out looking for her, and that would just derail what she was supposed to do.

“Kit, before you—”

“Where are you?” he asked, his words sharp as glass.

There were very few instances when he used that tone with her, and only when he was truly upset with her. With the way this tended to go, there was a chance he would still send them anyway.

The last thing she wanted to do was tell him the truth, that she was willfully following Belladonna down the rabbit hole after the concierge handed her an envelope with her name on it the morning before last. She had known, even before flipping it over and finding the ‘K’ inscribed in the wax seal, who it was from. The only thing she didn’t know was what the address she found inside meant.

The only thing she could find when she’d looked up the address was the address’s country of origin.

Wales.

Luna could have lied and made up a story so he wouldn’t worry, but after Celt’s disappearance and Red’s arrest, she didn’t have that luxury. “She sent me an address,” Luna said, not having to give him a name. “I’m going to find out what’s on the other end of it.”

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” he replied sharply.

She actually had to move the phone away from her ear with how loud he was speaking. “You, better than anyone, have to know that if she wanted to hurt me, she could have done that long before now.”

Unlike the other mercenaries, this wasn’t her first meeting with Belladonna. Not even the second. Years ago, back when the ring on her finger had still been fresh out of its box and she was less knowledgeable of the kind of men the Runehart brothers were, she had met Belladonna in a now abandoned office where she had sat across from her without ever knowing who she truly was.

Luna had thought she’d only been a client, but that had all changed in less than a week. Not only had Belladonna revealed the truth of just how she had become a mercenary, but she’d also opened Pandora’s box.

“Things have changed,” Kit returned tightly.

He wasn’t saying anything she didn’t already know.

Things changed the moment Belladonna had been walked into the compound wearing chains and a sardonic smile. She had warned the Kingmaker that if he didn’t follow her rules, she would make him pay for it.

He chose not to listen.

“She’s not going to hurt me,” Luna said with a sigh, looking back out the window. “You told me that, remember?”

The thing about assassins—they had a way of analyzing a situation and finding reason within the smallest of details. While his brother faced the enemy head-on, Kit analyzed their pasts and actions.

He saw what they often didn’t want him to see.

And nearly six months ago now, he had seen that Belladonna seemed to have a soft spot where women were concerned.

Men, she sent her Jackal after, but women, she spoke to personally. Just from the way Iris and Ada had described their interactions with her, Belladonna had always been kind to a ridiculous degree, and even aided them all in some way.

She could have let the Kingmaker do what he wanted with Ada, knowing that she would have been harmed even if she hadn’t known any pertinent information on her. Instead, she had found a way to make the woman useful and save her life in the process.

When Luna had been strung up to die, Belladonna had even taken the man responsible and had him fed to pigs.

Whatever kind of monster Belladonna was, she never hurt women.

“At the very least, she’s leading me to the next piece of the puzzle.”

The explanation for why she was doing all of this.

Belladonna had told her once that this was only about the Kingmaker—that she had to teach him the lesson he had taught her years ago. If she had to guess, she planned on doing to him what he must have done to her.

An eye for an eye.

The question now was, what had he done?

“If something happens to you—”

“You know I can always take care of myself,” she reminded him quietly. Sometimes, he forgot that she was, in fact, a mercenary and not just the woman he’d vowed to love and protect.

After all, he had been the one to train her.

The jet landed with little fanfare. Luna released her breath as soon as they landed and rolled to a stop. She tipped the pilot before stepping off, knowing there was no point in asking for his discretion.

If Kit called him personally, he would give up her location in a heartbeat, lest he piss off someone he really didn’t want to get on the wrong side of. Truthfully, there was a chance he had already called and gotten a location, which only meant that if she wanted to find whatever Belladonna was leading her to, she needed to get to it before Kit got to her.

Thankfully, she’d had the foresight to remember her husband could be a little overbearing, so instead of a car waiting for her on the other end of the hangar, there was her Ducati, bright yellow and glimmering with a black helmet dangling off a handlebar.

She slung her backpack over her shoulder, climbed on, and pulled the helmet over her head.

As she turned the key in the ignition and felt the bike come alive beneath her, she could feel her phone ringing in her pocket, but this time, she didn’t answer.

Luna rode off, listening to the navigation as she rode toward the mysterious location. She wasn’t completely trusting of Belladonna’s motives, so she had come armed with more than enough weapons to protect herself. Except, as she rode into what appeared to be an affluent neighborhood, she wondered if she would even need them.

As she reached the end of the lane where a security officer sat inside a tiny booth at the gated residency, she wasn’t expecting a threat of any kind.

Whatever waited on the other side would be worse. So much worse.

The truth usually was.

The guard stopped her with a wave of his hand, stepping out of the booth with a thick mustache and a suspicious frown. “Can I help you?”

She wished she had something logical to say, though there was no logical answer. Instead, she held up the envelope she had been given, expecting to lie her way inside, but instead, he only saw a hint of it before he was nodding and returning to his perch before opening the gate.

Belladonna’s doing, she imagined.

Once the gate opened, she drove up the winding cobblestone, and the estate at the very top of the hill surrounded by trees and wildflowers came into view.

The French Tudor-style house was impeccable and reminded her more of a mini castle than it did someone’s actual residence—then again, the Kingmaker lived in a castle, and Kit had a dozen or more chateaus all around the world. She wasn’t a stranger to the luxury they could afford, but it still surprised her when faced with it.

A line of cars was parked outside the residence, all luxury and gleaming in the midday light. Luna parked well away from the others, tugging off her helmet and shaking out her hair.

She was just swinging off the bike when footsteps sounded behind her.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

She glanced over her shoulder, expecting to find a butler or low-level security guard at best. Instead, she found a man whose name she didn’t know, but whose face she did.

He worked for the Kingmaker.

The sight of him made her stomach drop. It was one thing to learn the secrets of Belladonna, but it was something else when it was her brother-in-law’s secrets. With his track record, there was nothing worth finding out—especially when she knew where it would lead.

The last time she discovered a secret of his, it had almost sparked a war between him and Kit. She could only imagine what would happen now, but she had come too far to turn back now—and whatever was inside this mansion was obviously important if Belladonna sent her to find it.

“Then what are you doing here?” she asked, keeping her tone friendly so as not to raise suspicion.

It now made more sense why the guard below had let her come up—he probably knew she worked for the Kingmaker—and it wouldn’t be the first time her handler told one person one thing, and the next another. The guard below might not have known who was even inside.

Never let your left hand know what your right hand was doing, a lesson her brother-in-law had taught her.

If only he hadn’t argued …

Moving as quietly as possible, Luna removed the Taser she had on her, lighting him up for a few seconds until he slumped to the ground unconscious. She stepped over his body, briefly glancing back at him one last time before she walked up the stone steps to the heavy wooden doors ahead of her.

He hadn’t come out of the front door, she now realized, but a side door off the three-car garage.

Inside was significantly warmer, with a number of weapons hung on either side of the door and a phone and still steaming cup of coffee on a workbench not too far away. He hadn’t been expecting her.

But if he was here, that undoubtedly meant others would be coming around to check their stations and would ultimately find him outside, if the Kingmaker’s usual routine was anything to go by. Which meant she didn’t have much time.

Luna slipped into the house, the weight of her daggers strapped to her forearms a discomfort as she slowly but quietly made her way deeper into the house. The scent of vanilla clung to the air, and despite its outward appearance, something was rather inviting about the space that she hadn’t expected.

She passed through the kitchen where a team of chefs was busy cooking a feast and paid very little attention to her as she walked past them.

Distantly, she was reminded of the old chateau where she’d lived with Kit. This place, too, had portraits hanging on the walls, the men and women depicted all sitting regally with their hands folded neatly in front of them.

They all looked … familiar.

But it wasn’t until she reached the very last one that Luna realized why they all looked familiar. Even though she had never gotten to meet the man, she had heard enough stories about him to last a lifetime.

Alexander Runehart.

Kit’s father.

The man who’d practically tortured him for years and had ultimately been the reason he had joined the Lotus Society and became who he was today. Luna didn’t have to know him to hate him, but what she did need to know was why his portrait was hanging on the wall.

Kit had always said the family portraits that had once hung in their chateau were the only ones left in existence.

His brother had burned the rest.

Her heart thumped even harder in her chest.

Voices drifted around the corner—a male’s deep timbre and a woman’s light laughter.

With the kinds of secrets he kept, Luna was expecting to find her mother around the corner—it wouldn’t have been the first time she’d made a deal with the man. And it wouldn’t be the first time that deal was a betrayal to her.

But as she palmed her dagger, ready to face whatever was waiting for her on the other side, she turned the corner. It wasn’t Carmen Sandiego sitting in the pretentious settee; it was a woman she had never seen before.

The woman had a head full of beautifully gray hair curled in a way that was timeless and suited the shape of her face. Deep set wrinkles forked out beside her eyes and lips, but other than that, her age was indeterminate. She wore a navy blue wrap dress, nude pumps on her feet, and sheer stockings on her legs.

She looked the proper lady and not like a threat at all.

The man she was speaking to wore the dark suit most butlers wore, and as Luna’s gaze swung to him, she did know his name.

Dominic Mantolo.

The Kingmaker’s butler.

As his eyes shifted to her, he hid his surprise well. “Mrs. —”

“Ah, you’re the wife, aren’t you?” the woman asked as she stood, picking up the glass of red wine from the table in front of her. “I didn’t expect to meet you.”

The woman might not have said much, but from what she had said, it was clear she meant it to be offensive.

“You’re familiar with Nix?” Luna asked, surprised anyone was familiar with her husband who she didn’t know.

“Oh dear, I’d forgotten that’s what he’s calling himself these days. Of course, I shouldn’t have expected anything better. He’s always had quite poor taste.” This was said with a once-over that was surprisingly cutting, considering Luna rarely got offended by what others thought of her.

It reminded her of her mother.

“Who are you?” Luna asked instead, turning her knife around in her hands, seeing the woman visibly swallow. Another insult and she wouldn’t be feeling quite so friendly.

“Silly girl, he’s never mentioned me? Not once? It’s a shame really the way a boy treats his—”

“Mother.”

Luna cringed, still staring straight ahead though Kit’s voice behind her came as a surprise. He had gotten here far sooner than she had anticipated. She hadn’t had enough time, but considering the words that hung in the air, she didn’t think there was much more to what Belladonna had led her to.

This was the secret.

Because the woman wearing the velvet dress and chandelier earrings, glaring at the man behind her, was supposed to be dead.

If the woman noticed the dark energy radiating from Kit, she didn’t care either way. Even as she was several inches shorter than either of them, she tilted her chin up in such a way that it looked as if she was trying to look down her nose at them.

“I was hoping we wouldn’t be seeing much of each other,” the woman said with a cluck of her tongue. “My dear boy assured me of this.”

Luna cringed, reaching out for Kit’s wrist as he took a step forward. She knew there was nothing but bad blood between them. She knew all about how the woman in front of him had hurt him in ways no mother should.

And as far as he had known, the woman was dead—courtesy of the Kingmaker.

“It makes sense,” Kit said, his voice level and deceptively calm, “why he would hide you from me.”

“Does it?” she asked, stepping around the small coffee table.

She didn’t realize—couldn’t realize the danger she was in with every bit of distance she closed between them.

Kit wasn’t the boy he once was. One who had to duck his head whenever his mother passed for fear of what she might do if he inadvertently angered her.

“Did he ever tell you what became of your husband?” Kit asked, a touch of a smile on his lips.

And it was that smile that made her angle her body in front of his. She had seen that smile on him more than a dozen occasions—one which involved a man having put his hand on her thigh without her permission.

The angrier Kit got, the calmer he appeared.

That was the trained assassin in him. Anyone who knew the tell would run as far as they could as quickly as they could.

Abigail only seemed to be coming closer.

Luna wasn’t sure what made her pause, though. Maybe it was Kit’s inquiry, or perhaps even because she was starting to recognize the danger she was in, but whichever it was made the woman acutely aware of who stood in front of her.

“Alexander always had a bad heart.”

“Perhaps so,” Kit returned, his body tense beneath Luna’s hands, “but my knife in his jugular would be more the culprit, I’m afraid.”

He achieved his desired reaction. Beneath carefully applied makeup, Abigail paled, her hand fluttering to her chest. The Kingmaker hadn’t told her the truth. Probably for the same reason he hadn’t mentioned to Kit that their mother was alive and well.

It was then, as Luna kept her hand on Kit’s chest, hoping it would be enough to prevent him from crossing the room fully and doing what she could see reflected in his gaze, she knew.

Belladonna was exposing the Kingmaker’s secrets.