Page 2 of Beautiful Obsessions
Atlas snorted quietly.
The man’s smile tightened.
“There’s a bounty on your head,” he said finally.
I set my glass down.
“Yes,” I said calmly.“That.”
Atlas’s eyes slid toward me.
“Two million euros,” he added, as though the number itself might impress me.
It didn’t.I was quite offended, actually, that two million euros was all I was worth to someone.
I leaned back in my chair.
“Well,” I said thoughtfully, “that’s flattering.”Not.
The man blinked in surprise before he spoke again.
“I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation.”
“Oh, I understand it perfectly.”
Two million euros was simple math.It meant someone powerful wanted me dead.Powerful enough to convince every ambitious psychopath in Europe that my head was worth chasing.
Atlas drummed his fingers lightly against the table.
“You should take it seriously,” Atlas said to me, though I could see the twitch in his lip telling me he wanted to put on a show for our guest.
“I am.”
Atlas raised an eyebrow.
“No,” he said calmly.“You’re not.”
He turned to the man.
“Someone will take the job,” Atlas continued.“That’s what a bounty that size guarantees.”
The man nodded eagerly, grateful that he was finally getting his point across.
“Yes.Exactly.”
I sighed softly.
“Must we pretend this is a revelation?”I asked.
Atlas ignored me.
“You’ve made enemies, Archie.”
I smiled faintly.
“Occupational hazard.”
Atlas leaned forward slightly.
