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“In case I wasn’t clear,” I said, gliding my fingers through her curls, “it would be an honour to have you with me when I work.”
I sensed her smile even if I couldn’t see it where her head was tucked under my chin. She was as limp as a noodle against my body; I smiled at the analogy, amusing myself by debating which kind of noodle my wife would be.
We both jumped when the lights shut off overhead, plunging us into sudden darkness. The gym was an interior room with no windows, so it was pitch black with the lights dead.
“Damien,” Vasilisa gasped, turning as rigid as steel in a second.
“We’re fine,” I promised calmly, slipping into the dangerous calm that vowed death to anyone who scared her. “It’s just a power cut.”
She climbed carefully off my lap, and I reached across for where I’d left my phone, turning on the torch so we could see. Vasya’s eyes were wide, her expression tight with fear. But when she looked at me, she seemed to take power from my calm, and anger entered her expression instead.That’s my girl.
“If this is anything but a power cut…” She let the threat trail off.
I climbed off the bench, my muscles aching in complaint that I had yet to cool down from my workout, but that would wait until I was sure we were safe. Or until anyone who made the mistake of targeting us was dead.
“Vasya—” I turned to tell her to draw her weapon but saw her gun already in her hand. “Good girl. Point your gun at the door while I get mine.”
She did as I instructed and the rush of power and arousal that poured through me was dizzying. I searched under the towel I’d thrown, breathing easier when my fingers curled around the cool metal handle and I flicked off the safety.
“We’re going to leave the gym, walk straight down the corridor to the weapons room, and stock up just in case. This is probably nothing, but I won’t take chances.”
“I know.” The look she gave me was fond and gentle. “Let’s go. I don’t know how many bullets I have left.”
“Rounds,” I corrected, letting a teasing note thaw the icy calm in my voice for a second. “They’re rounds, my queen.”
“Bullets is a better word,” she bickered, following as I crossed the gym, motioning her behind the door while I cleared the corridor.
“Technically there’s a bulletina round,” I said quietly. “And it’s safe to come out. Stay close behind me, no further than two feet.”
She followed my advice to the letter as we moved swiftly down the hallway to the weapons room. The screen beside the door was dead, the key pad along with it. I swore soundly.
“Damien,” she murmured, her fingers wrapped around the handle. “It’s unlocked.”
Ice crawled down my spine. “The lock’s electric, and if the power is out… it must default to unlocked as a security measure.” Which meant the front door was unlocked. “Let me in first,” I warned her, “then follow me.”
Vasya nodded, a mix of fear and anger tightening her features, her mouth set in a hard line. God, she was beautiful. Wrathful, like an angel.
The second she swung the door open, I charged into the room, my phone in one hand, gun in the other, but it was empty. At least we could rule out someone breaking in and unlocking the door.
“It’s clear, come in and close the door, Vasya.”
“Damien,” she gasped, the panic in her tone making me swing back to face the door.
My breathing cut out, rage beating in place of my heart.
Armand Finch had a gun pressed to the back of my wife’s head.
CHAPTER 25
VASILISA
Cold steel burned a circle on the back of my head and I froze in place. My fingers locked around my gun but I couldn’t lift it.
Death lit Damien’s eyes in a manic gleam as he assessed me, then the gun to my head and the man behind me. I knew by the sheer violence on my husband’s face that it wasn’t a henchman who held a gun to my head. It was Finch. He’d found me.
Fear made all the hairs rise on my arms, an instinctive response as his threats echoed through my head.I know you’ll cry and scream, Vasya, but I’ll love every minute of it.But one look in Damien’s eyes and fury replaced my fear, along with a heavy dose of determination. Finch washere.Not in hiding, not in Monaco. He was here and we could kill him.
I let my lips curl at the edges and Damien blinked.
