Chapter 235: The Spy

Ivan finally remembered his arm injury from protecting Catherine from falling debris. The long-ignored wound began to sting. He touched it and said, "It doesn’t hurt, just a scratch." If there were even a bit of light, Catherine wouldn’t have believed him. Ivan’s arm bore a narrow, long cut, dried blood, tiny abrasions with bits of concrete, and a prominent bruise. Ivan leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, feeling both stirred by Catherine's gentleness and wanting to be closer to her. “Catherine, aren’t you curious about what I’m trying to do?” His words seemed to open a new topic, though it might not be light conversation. “I’d love to hear it,” Catherine answered after a brief pause. At this moment, the subject didn't matter to Catherine. Since Ivan was willing to talk, she was willing to get closer to him and understand him better. “These people are not just after you; some are targeting me too,” Ivan began directly once Catherine agreed. “Earlier, the mercenary gro