"Go ahead," Michael urged, his tone dark. Despite the casual posture he had as he sat in the middle of her... lair, the gun across his lap brooked no argument as to why he was here and the dangerous look in his eye told her this was no house visit. He couldn't believe she had roped Alex into this. Couldn't believe she had been pulling the strings for so long and it had been right under their - under his - noses. And now it was practically out in the open and Alex had a kill chip in her. Anger. Betrayal. Downright rage... so many emotions tumbled through him as he sat before her, his face a mask of calmness.
He shifted in his seat, staring her down, "Go. Ahead," he repeated. "Ask me how I got here, Nikita."