“You were, what, fifteen? Sixteen? You fixed the meal that night. It blew my uncle away that you cooked for us all yourself. He asked to meet you. That was unusual, wasn’t it?” Elijah persisted. “It was unusual and it scared you.”

For a long moment, Eli didn’t think Catarina would answer.

“He wanted to scare me. Your uncle. He wanted Rafe to know he knew who I was.” She spoke in a low tone.

Eli frowned. Catarina had grown up in Rafe Cordeau’s home. It stood to reason he’d kept her away from his business. No one really thought, even if they could get her to do it, that she could testify about anything other than April Harp’s murder. Rumor had it Catarina had been there. Something in the way she revealed that she knew Elijah’s uncle’s motivation in asking to meet her made Eli rethink his position on Catarina inside that household.

She’d taught herself to read. She’d learned how to make coffee. Not just make coffee, but became a leading barista, someone who was great at what she did. She was quiet, and she downplayed her looks. She listened. Really listened when others were talking. She looked so young. She’d learned to play to that too. Only when her body betrayed her with its lush curves was it necessary for her to run.

He swore under his breath. He’d been such a fool. They all had. Sweet little Catarina Benoit was not just sweet, fragile and uneducated, she was extremely intelligent. Off the charts intelligent. She probably knew more about Cordeau’s business than Cordeau. She’d been there, a fixture in his household, one he intended to keep, a beautiful trophy he intended to mold into his likeness.

Catarina had been Cordeau’s chosen mate. She’d been a sponge in Cordeau’s house, soaking up everything she heard, learning as much as she could. She’d learned sex education by listening to two of Cordeau’s crew’s girlfriends talking. If there’d been a wall close Eli would have been tempted to smash his head on it. He’d been so obtuse, buying into the image she projected.

He tightened his arm around her, not knowing whether he wanted to shake her, or kiss her. She was damned brilliant. But if he was right and Catarina did know everything there was to know about Cordeau’s business, that meant she knew everyone he was in bed with. His partners wouldn’t like that. They wouldn’t want anyone running around loose out of their control.

Eli understood the million-dollar price tag. This wasn’t all about getting Catarina back, it was also about protecting her. She wasn’t where Cordeau could keep her from his partners and he was letting them know she was still under his shield.