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Now, I know it is impossible.
“All of this—everything you said, everything we did—it was all a lie.”
“Once again: I never lied to you.”
“Bullshit! You protected me when Sergey showed up and acted interested in my life. You brought me back to your house and we—” A tear rolls down my cheek and I swipe it away. “I don’t do that kind of stuff with just anyone. It meant something to me and you were lying about everything. I trusted you.”
“You cast the wrong man as your Prince Charming. I didn’t promise you anything.”
He isn’t wrong, but I still hate it. There’s a hollow ache in the center of my chest.
“You know what? You’re right. That’s my bad. Excuse me for mistaking you for a fucking human being!”
“I’m sure you won’t make that mistake again.” Yakov swipes his keys off the counter and stalks past me towards the entryway. “Remember what I said. Stay inside the fence.”
He is the last person I want to see right now, but he cannot leave me here alone. I hurry after him, my stupid heels clicking across the tile floor. “You can’t just leave! Where are you even going? How is kidnapping someone not the biggest thing you have going on today?”
“Kidnapping you barely fucking registers.”
“If I’m so meaningless, then why did you agree to have dinner with me?” I lunge for his arm twice before I manage to grab his wrist.
He spins to face me, but jerks his hand out of my grip. His face is cold and I wilt. He looks nothing like the charming man I had dinner with last night.
“I was having a shit night and you were the distraction I needed. You were supposed to be a few mindless hours of fun before I sent you on your way.”
There was a real connection between us. I felt it. He couldn’t make that up, could he?
“But why… why me?”
He leans forward and hisses, “Simply because you were there. I chose you because you were standing the closest. And now, you’re part of something you can never understand and your life is in my hands. Believe me—I’m not any happier about this than you are.”
Tears well in my eyes until Yakov is nothing but a blur. The only reason I know he’s gone is because the door slams shut so hard the floor shakes.
The house was bursting with people and voices this morning, but in the aftermath of our fight, there isn’t a single sound.
Yakov’s staff seemed friendly and warm. Now, I know the truth. No one in this house is going to help me.
I’m completely alone.
11
YAKOV
Sometimes, I despise being right.
If I was wrong about Akim Gustev’s plans, then I could have sent Luna home the way I planned. I could have gotten her out of my house and life without all the questions and tears and the fucking sass.
If I was wrong, I also wouldn’t have to drag a man out of his car and interrogate him first thing in the morning.
Unfortunately for the poor mudak in my grasp, I’m always fucking right.
At least the bastard has the decency to make it easy. He is so busy staring up at Luna’s apartment window that he doesn’t see me coming. I open the driver side door and rip him out before he can even reach for his gun.
“Touch that gun and you die.” I slam him against the side of the car. Air whooshes out of his lungs.
“What the fuck, man? What are you—” His mouth falls open as soon as he gets a good look at me. “Oh, no.”
“I love when my reputation precedes me. It makes things so much easier.” I grab his gun and pocket it. “What are you doing here?”
