Page 82 of Betrayal and Vows

And I do.

Every photo making me nauseous.

I look up at her through lashes wet with tears.

One photo shows my face in a moment of raw, open bliss as I ride him.

Another shows Anton’s hands in my hair, his mouth nearly on mine.

The third is one of the stolen kisses in a dark alcove Anton promised had no cameras.

But by the angle, the picture wasn’t taken with a security camera.

Someone had been there.

Watching.

“Sit,” she says.

It’s not a request.

I climb up from the floor and sit on the bed. My pulse drumming in my ears. My hands are shaking so badly I have to give her the phone back. I don’t want to see any more pictures.

She knows.

They know.

We’re dead.

“Who sent them?” I ask quietly.

Will it be quick? Will they make me watch them kill him first? Or the other way around.

“Someone in the house.”

I go cold.

“What?”

“You’re being watched, Lena. How could you be so reckless! So stupid!”

I drop my eyes. “I don’t want to marry Mikhail. I want Anton.”

“He’s not an option.”

“Will Mikhail kill me?” I ask.

“If he finds out, yes.”

I look up at her. “He doesn’t know?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. The pictures were sent to me thirty minutes ago.”

“Why?”

“A warning.”

“A warning. Blackmail?”