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Maverick frowned as Irina was about to cry.
“Where’s that boldness you had when you tried to kill me with a tea fork?”
“A tea fork? What kind of assassin would use such a thing as a weapon!”
Maverick hesitated at her reasonable response. It was something he had been thinking somewhere in his mind too.
Unless the end was sharpened to make it good for stabbing or coated with poison. What assassin would use a blunt, small tea fork as a weapon?
“I could kill someone with a fork.”
But he insisted, not wanting to admit it. If she wasn’t an assassin, there would be no reason for him to have searched for her with such burning determination.
“I can’t do that!”
Irina cried out, saying she didn’t have that kind of strength. That was also true.
“Then why were you holding a tea fork?”
“To eat cake!”
