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People at home are waiting for him to finish his master’s degree and go back to his awaiting position in the heart of the New York Bratva.

This whole college experience is just a stepping stone for him, a way to soak in as much power as possible before going back to where he belongs.

His hawk-like gaze flits all over my room, stopping now and again as if he can see traces ofhim.

As if he can smell the leather from his gloves and feel the warmth emanating off his body.

My lips tremble at the reminder of how the intruder touched them, and my ears ring. The good type of ring. The type where I can still hear his voice in my head.

His words.

My Tchaikovsky—that’s my god, by the way, because he’s the root of my spirituality.

Get it together, me.

“You haven’t heard any commotion?” Jer pushes with the persistence of a hound that’s sniffing for prey.

“Aside from the guard’s loud voice, not really. What’s going on? He said there was a breach?”

“Yes. There was an attempted arson in the annexed house.”

“A-arson?”

Holy shit on a stick. I knew that the smell of soot had something to do with a fire. Does that mean he was the one behind it?

Instead of asking that and flaring Jer’s suspicious radar, I go with, “Is everyone okay?”

The fact remains, this mansion is the compound of the Heathens, and the founding members of the club, who are my brother’s friends, use it as a home. Not to mention the live-in guards and some staff.

I’m preoccupied with the intrusion, but not enough to forget about other people. Even if they rival my brother’s savageness.

“No one was hurt and we put out the fire before it ate up the annex,” Jeremy offers.

“Phew! So glad there were no casualties.” For more reasons than one. “Do you know who did it?”

“Not yet, but I will find them.” He steps forward. “Are you sure everything’s okay? You don’t need anything?”

“Beauty sleep, remember?”

He ruffles my hair, a rare smile grazing his lips. I can’t help but grin in return, knowing full well that my brother is a hard man and I shouldn’t take his warmth for granted.

I’m lucky enough to be on the short list of people Jeremy cares for.

“Sorry for interrupting your beauty sleep, Anoushka.”

That’s what he and Papa call me.Anoushka.A Russian endearment derived from my name, Annika.

“Apology accepted, but stop messing up my hair. I’m not a kid anymore.”

“You’re a cute little baby to me.”

“Jer!”

“What?”

“I’m really old enough to take care of myself.”

“Not hearing that.”

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