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“Is it me Ven? That’s all I need to know. Am I the woman for you?”

“Yes, God, yes.”

“For how long? Until she touches down on Wednesday?”

“She’s my father’s choice, and you’re mine. For now. Forever. For always.” He held her face in his hands, tipping her chin up, again. “Is it enough for you?”

“Yes. For now. Forever. For always.”

No more words were exchanged between the two. As he swooped her up. Lifting her over the threshold and walking into their future.

* * *

Closing the door on the two brothers waiting outside. Rurik shook his head. “I never get any credit. Not even a fucking thank you.”

Sanyet slapped him on the shoulder. “Well, your work’s not done yet, matchmaker.”

His brows drew together. “What the fuck now?”

“Nothing major. Just, it seems we have an extra bride in route. The Persian must be married to an Ismailov. It’s the only way to bring our families together and avoid war.”

“Fine. Maxim. Done.”

“Well, Maxim might have a little problem with that.”

“Why?”

“It seems we’ve found our traitor. The one who leaked the information to Baranov. Who knew our every move and plotted against us. Baranov already gave up the name.”

“That fast. Damn shame, I wanted a chance to fucking persuade him.”

“Too late. You know my men. I trained them myself.”

“Okay, so what’s the problem?”

“The spy is in route.”

“Travelling with our Persian bride?”

“The spy is our Persian bride.”

“Fuck.”

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