Page 63 of Wyatt

“No. Yesterday. One of Gustov’s associates tried to kill me and…” She swallowed. “He…um…”

Wyatt just stared at York. “You killed him.”

“Her,” he said. His chest rose and fell. “It was an accident.”

“Sure it was.”

Coco looked at Mikka, who was sitting back in the corner of the bench, winding the lion’s tail around his arm. She stood up and spoke to him in Russian, and he slid off the bench. “We’re going to find something to eat, although I’ve lost my appetite. It’s a good thing Mikka doesn’t know English or I’d be wringing both of your necks. No more talk about murder, assassination attempts, or anything else scary around my son.”

Wyatt ran a hand behind his neck.

York looked out the window.

She slid the door closed behind her.

Wyatt couldn’t take it. “Are you his father?”

A beat, and York just stared at him, his mouth opening. Then he closed it. “No, I’m not.”

The breath he’d been holding released. “Do you know who is?”

Slowly, York shook his head. Kept shaking it. Then rolled his eyes and looked again out the window.

“What’s that for?”

“You just… Nothing.”

“I don’t get you, York. I know something happened between you and RJ. I’m not stupid. But—what, you’re with Coco?”

“Are you kidding me right now?” York rounded on him. “Seriously?”

Wyatt recoiled. “What—?”

“I’m not with Kat! I’m…with no one.” He shook his head. “Don’t be an idiot.”

He’d let that pass. “Then what are you doing here?”

York pinched his finger and thumb against the bridge of his nose. “I’m here because I was tracking down Gustov when I got jumped. While I was figuring my way out of that, I realized that Kat might be in danger, so when she texted me that she was headed to Belogorsk—and then disappearing after that—I knew I had to get to her.”

There was too much for Wyatt to unpack, so he picked the one that mattered most. “Disappearing?”

“That’s what she said.”

“Was she taking Mikka with her?”

“No. My guess is that she went to say goodbye.”

And so much of this wasn’t making sense, but, “Why would she say goodbye to…I don’t—”

“Mikka doesn’t live with her. To keep him safe, she did the same thing her father did to her—made Mikka live away from her.”

“Why is Mikka in danger?”

“Because this is Russia, not America. If someone found out Mikka’s identity, they could take him and use him to leverage the general.”

Oh.

“But…why didn’t she just move to America?”