She sighed, wondering if he'd ever stop getting jealous when she mentioned Marco. Pure fury radiated from Sean's body, and she shivered.
"You didn't hurt them, did you?" she asked quietly.
"What do you mean?" Sean asked.
"I mean, their families moving from London isn't some sort of cover-up, is it?" she asked. "They shouldn't have sent those men after me, but—"
"You think I had them killed?" Sean asked, his voice low.
"I don't mean killed," she said quietly. "When I saw Marco at the airport, he looked really bad. Like he'd been beaten."
"And you were sorry about that?" Sean asked, turning to look at her.
"What?" she asked. "No, I don't care what your men did to Marco. But these girls didn't deserve that."
"No one laid a hand on them," he finally said. "I just wanted to get them away from you."
"I see," she said.
"Do you feel sorry for them?" he asked. "Do you wish I hadn't done it?"
