His warm laughter echoed in my ear. “How are my men treating you?”
“Sasha is delightful.”
“And Vlad?”
“We had a battle of wills, but I won. He doesn’t like me.”
“He will. I’ll see to it.”
“No,” I stated. “I’ll see to it.”
“Yes, I believe you will.”
“How’s the city?”
“The city or do you mean your husband?”
“Have you seen him?” I demanded. I made sure to sound cold and careless.
Dolinsky paused. “The city is gray and disgusting.”
I buried my disappointment when Dolinsky didn’t discuss Flynn, but I knew he was waiting for me to push, so I didn’t. “Then hurry home,” I said. “Everything is pristine and white. Hurry home. To me.” I didn’t even choke on my words.
“You want me?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll see you soon,moya koroleva.”
Check.
If there was one thing I believed about Flynn Campbell, it was that I knew he could take care of himself. He was protected, insulated. He had Brad and Lacey, Duncan and Malcolm—he had people who would ensure his survival.
The only person I could rely on, at the moment, was myself.
Dolinsky had left me alone with two men, men I didn’t trust because they were loyal to him.
After I ended my phone call with Dolinsky, I headed back down to the main sitting room of the library. Sasha pretended to be engrossed in his book, but it was an act. “Think fast,” I said. He looked up and I tossed the phone at him. He stared at it a long moment, pressed a few buttons, and then nodded.
“You expected me to call someone, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Did Igor?”
“Probably. He’s not a stupid man. Stupid men don’t stay in power long.”
“No, they don’t.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“I know,” I said with a sardonic smile. “And I don’t trust you.”
“You should trust me. I’m loyal.”
“To Igor, not to me. And if he and I have our way, it will mean the same thing.”
He looked surprised. “You want him?”
