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He is as big as Adonis and Apollo and is certainly handsome, but in a harder way than Adonis. He has none of his soft beauty, just cold icy edges that make him almost a machine and not a man at all.
Dimitri steps forward and they shake hands as old friends.
“Mikhail. I cannot thank you enough for your assistance.”
He nods and his gaze slides past Dimitri to me, and I shrivel under the hard look of a man who is scaring the shit out of me.
“This is Melissa Remington.” Dimitri smiles at me reassuringly as I step forward and say coolly, “Mr. Romanov.”
He says nothing and just sweeps his commanding gaze the length of me, making me feel as if I’m an object and not a person.
He appears satisfied and says in a low voice that resembles razors scraping my soul.
“Please take a seat and I’ll explain the procedure.”
He jerks his head to the woman who showed us in, and she leaves silently.
I sit down in a nearby chair and swallow hard as he takes the one opposite. Dimitri takes the one beside me and says in a dark, sinister voice.
“Madeira Island is an exclusive event that panders to the madness inside the mind of its owner, Hosea.”
I say nothing because this is the moment fate reveals what a stupid bitch I am, and he carries on as if he is discussing the daily news.
“He is obsessed with Greek mythology and his island reflects that. The guests dress accordingly as outlined in the invitation. Black DJs for the men and white togas for the women.”
He stares at me hard and says, “With no underwear.”
I shift in my seat as his blue eyes pierce my soul, and says with no emotion at all, “The invitation is for two people. When the guests arrive, they meet in the ballroom. It’s an opportunity to mix, and the purpose is so the men can observe their partners for the evening. You are forbidden to choose the person you came with.”
I squirm on my seat and my heart pounds as he leans forward and says in his husky accent, “Hosea likes them beautiful, apparently innocent and usually the most attractive in the room. He also likes to take a woman who is connected to the most powerful man, a sort of power play, as he gets first choice.”
The silence between his sentences may as well be fate laughing in my face because I know what’s coming next when he says darkly, “I will be the most powerful man in that room, Miss. Remington, and you will act the most innocent.”
I nod because words are failing me right now and Dimitri says quickly, “What’s the plan when Hosea makes his choice?”
I really want to know this because the thought of being in a compromising position with the enemy is making me second guess everything. I never expected this. Naively, I thought we were going to a party and all I’d need to do was snatch a moment with Phoebe when I found her.
Mikhail’s expression doesn’t change at all, as he says in his husky voice, “Melissa provides a distraction while we liberate Phoebe. Then we come back for her.”
“Distraction?” My voice shakes as I attempt to join the conversation and he shrugs. “He takes his usual victim on a tour first. He likes to show off his wealth and parade them around his island paradise to demonstrate his power. He explains the mythology he loves and paints the picture of one of the legends that he will enact later with his victim.”
Victim? I shiver inside. That would be me. Why the fuck did I agree to this?
Mikhail appears unconcerned. “It buys us some time, thirty minutes at the most. Then he takes his enjoyment to a room at the top of the main house. It has no windows and a door that he locks from the inside and you can only reach it via a staircase. He expects the woman to follow his instructions and if she disagrees, he prefers it that way and forces her.”
Dimitri says harshly, “But it won’t reach that point.”
He stares at Mikhail with an extremely hard expression and right at this moment, I see what Dimitri Constantine once was. He is freaking terrifying as the power surfaces from deep inside him and is more than a match for Mikhail. I am sitting with two powerful, dangerous men, who are discussing their latest project with me in the middle as an accepting sacrifice.
“It won’t come to that. I have a plan in place, a back-up one if you like.”
Once again, his eyes pierce my soul as a flicker of humanity passes his expression, and he smiles. “You have nothing to fear, Melissa. You are in the best hands.”
I actually believe I’m hyperventilating and as the two men switch the conversation to the details of the escape, my mind blacks out. All I can focus on is what will happen to me, and I hope to God I can trust these men because my idea of an adventure has just taken an extremely sinister turn.
CHAPTER 52
MELISSA
