This whole arranged wedding is to protect the Rostovas. They are selling their souls to Vadim because they believe it will make them powerful.
Lena is giving herself up for a family that’s already been marked for death.
Rage twists in my gut. I shove the papers back, slam the safe shut, and lock it with shaking hands. I want to scream.
I quickly exit the office.
My mind is spinning with everything I’ve learned.
Vadim is much smarter than I knew.
He knows I’m his son. What is his game?
I casually slip into place at the end of the hall with the other guards.
I have to talk to Lena. Warn her.
After a long night, I walk Lena to her room as always.
She says nothing.
Doesn’t look at me.
Nothing.
I go to my room and wait. Pacing until it’s been long enough for the rest of the house to fall asleep.
Then I go to her using the passage.
I cross the room silently and slip into her bed.
“Don’t,” she says the second my arms go around her.
I freeze. “Lena?—”
“No.” She pulls away like I’ve burned her. “You can’t be here. You have to go.”
Something cold settles in my stomach. “What happened?”
She doesn’t answer.
I reach for her, but she recoils. “Don’t touch me.”
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Leave, Anton. Do not come back to my bed.”
I sit up. “Lena?—”
“No. You have to go. I will not die for you. You will not die for me. Leave, Anton. Leave and never come back.”
“The fuck I will,” I growl.
I reach for her, jerking her against me.
For a brief second, she sags into me. And then my little sunshine is gone.
She climbs out of bed like she can’t physically be near me.