“You’re lucky Ivan wants you alive. For now. Two Morozovas in one place... what luck.” He smirks.
I barely register the nameIvan. The second he says “two Morozovas”—I stop breathing.
Diana.
She’sheretoo.
“Let’s get you ready,” he says, eyes dragging over me like a predator sizing up prey.
I swallow hard, bracing for whatever is coming.
“Do your worst. Let’s see what Ivan says about it,” I hiss, venom sharp in my Russian.
His smirk widens.
“Don’t worry,Printsessa.He’s on his way to finallyfinishhis vows.”
Malec
“Roran isn’t your enemy, Onyx. You understand that now, I hope.” Bay stares at her through the rearview mirror.
Onyx nods, murmuring some awkward apology under her breath in the backseat.
I don’t know why Bay even bothers explaining it to her, but if it helps keep Morvakar and Myko quiet, I’m all for it.
“I almost killed her,” she mutters, her voice breaking—almost crying.
My jaw clenches at the reminder, but Bay rests her hand on my thigh, silently reminding me not to tempt fate with her again. But I snap my head toward Bay instead.
“Two hands on the wheel, Bay. You’re not someone who can pull off one-handed driving.”
The words fly out before I can stop them, panic dripping from every syllable—I’m not getting hurt before I find Roran. Especially not from something stupid like a car crash.
Bay rolls her eyes but grabs the wheel with both hands. “Where the hell is that woman? How far can she run in those abusive heels?”
She drives slower with every turn, scanning the neighborhood. I’m scanning too, waiting for Pedro to send back a few of the men they can spare to help search the area.
“If Fedor’s men took her—”
I turn to Onyx, my gaze cold as ice. I don’t fucking care that she’s already whimpering under it.
“Malec!” Bay cuts me off before I finish.
I glare at her, then turn back to Onyx.
“—you better wish she’s okay, or you’re on your own.”
My nostrils flare as my eyes burn into hers. Her gaze drops quickly to her legs.
“Don’t listen to him, Onyx,” Bay starts, but this time, I cut her off.
“Stop treating her like she’s made of glass! She needs to know actions have consequences!”
I slam my fist into the armrest between our seats, making Onyx jump in her seat.
“I—I’m sorry. Morvakar told me he sensed my brother’s blood in Roran’s body, so I got mad… and then I couldn’t control him anymore.”
Her voice is barely a whisper, but I think that’s the longest thing she’s said since getting to land. I sigh, knowing this is going nowhere with that beast still stuck in her head.
