Page 113 of Jetmir

“Trust me, Jetmir. My business here isn’t finished.”

“Your business?”

“I meant our business.”

“Elira, what are you really up to?” I asked somberly. “Don’t you trust me.”

“I trust you explicitly," she retorted. “And I’m not up to anything.”

“I’m your twin. I know when you’re lying.”

She smiled faintly. “You’re getting annoyingly in your blissful stage of life.”

I leaned forward, studying every line of my twin sister. She didn’t look hurt, exhausted or unhappy, but something was definitely off.

“Come home,” I repeated. “Please. I’m about to propose to Anya and then we’ll have a wedding with family and friends. I want you here for it.”

Her brows furrowed. “Why would you propose to her again? You two are married.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“I know she always wanted her papa to walk her down the aisle. So I want to give her that.”

“You’re so whipped.”

I grinned. “It’s a great feeling."

“So what is your plan?”

“I’m taking her to dinner, then to a bookshop that will be closed to the public. After book shopping, I’ll get down on my knees and propose. Hopefully, she says yes.”

“Of course she will. Especially considering you’re already married.” She tilted her head pensively. “I’m happy for you.”

That was my opening to try again. “If you are, then come home. So you can be here for it all.”

“Jetmir—”

“Come home.”

“I can’t.”

“You can.”

“I’m too close.”

My jaw tightened. “Close to what?”

“Nothing.”

“The Triad isn’t worth your life,” I grumbled, getting irritated. “We’ve damaged their operations beyond repair. Let them lick their wounds. They won’t be back to operations in our lifetime.”

“This is something I’m doing for me.”

“But what is it that you’re doing exactly, Elira?”

She sighed and looked away from the camera.

“Please, it’s better if you don’t ask questions. Just trust me and don’t worry about me.”