Cara drew her velvet wrap around her to block out the cold as she moved closer to Eve by the hangar. The wind was sharp, but that wasn’t why she was chilled. Jock. The lion’s mouth. Why had she thought that she knew Kaskov well enough to be able to know what he would do, what she could make him do? Because that’s why she’d been sent to help Eve and Michael, she thought desperately. This had to be the reason. I did what you wanted, Jenny. But you have to help bring Jock back safely. Let Kaskov have kept his word and given Jock the antidote. Let everything go right. I know what’s coming. I’ll do the rest. Just let Jock come back safe. Eve’s hand touched her arm. “Get on the plane, Cara. There’s no use standing out here in the cold.” “He should be here.” “If he doesn’t come soon, I’ll go after him,” Joe said grimly. “And that antidote.” “It’s not been that long,” Eve said. “We’re just—” Headlights pierced the darkness. A sleek black limousine was coming toward them.
