Page 50 of Betrayal and Vows

Or maybe it's the fact that no one mentioned bringing extra personnel onto the property.

I was given a list of her many, many fucking appointments and this guy is not on the list.

"I told you," the planner says, her voice rising an octave. "He's my assistant. Marcus has been with my company for?—"

"I don't give a shit how long he's been with your company." I take another step toward Marcus, who actually backs up.Smart man. "I wasn't told anyone new would be here today."

Lena watches the exchange and then smiles.

"Anton," she says, playing her part perfectly. "He's just here to help with the planning."

"No." I don't take my eyes off Marcus. "He's not."

The man finally speaks. "I-I have references. Identification. Whatever you need."

"Empty your pockets."

"What?" The wedding planner looks appalled. "You can't just?—"

"I can do whatever the fuck I want," I snarl, moving closer to Marcus. "This is private property. You want to stay, you follow my rules."

Marcus's Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. "This is unnecessary. I'm just here to work."

"Then you won't mind proving it." I hold out my hand. "Phone. Wallet. Keys. Everything."

He hesitates.

My hand moves to the gun at my back, but I don't draw it. Yet. "Last chance."

Everyone in the room is still. Mikhail’s other guards are at the door. They are watching the situation.

Finally, Marcus drops the portfolio and empties his pockets.

I gesture to a chair in the corner. “Sit there.”

He does as I say.

Everyone appears to relax a bit—except me.

My eyes are constantly searching for the threat.

It’s almost funny because I know I’m the greatest threat in this house.

My need for Lena puts her in jeopardy. Her need for me is dangerous.

And then, just like I know the sun will rise tomorrow, I feel a calm wash over me.

She cannot marry him.

She won’t.

I won’t let it happen.

I’m going to steal her.

Rescue her.

Call it selfish. Call it delusion. I don’t care what it is anymore.