Tuesday. Jabir al Saud's Home. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.
KILLAM WAS GOING TO kill Jabby. The question was, would it happen fast or slow?
Watching him with Ivy all day had slowly unhinged Killam to the point that he couldn't make polite conversation. He nodded to a few people as he exited the dining hall. People were beginning to move from food to other entertainments, and given the number of joints being passed around, tonight would likely be pretty chill.
Too bad he had no chill. Not even a little bit.
He hadn't seen Ivy in five minutes.
She was so damn confident she could handle Jabby, but he'd seen her today. Even when he hadn't wanted to look, he'd seen. The touches. The slight panic she tried to cover up.
It had taken everything in him to not blow their cover.
Ivy had done the best job possible at every turn. It didn't change the fact that she should never have been asked to do this in the first place.