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“So, Antonio,” she addresses him, “when will your wedding be?”
Yeah, I have news for you. It takes two people, and I sure as hell won’t be there.
Antonio tugs me to his side, the closeness making bile churn in my stomach.
“We won’t wait too long.” He smiles at me while his hand flirts with my ass, sending a wave of disgust through me. “Next month?”
I shrug before downing half the champagne.
“Oh. My. God,” a guest exclaims.
“Fuck,” another whispers.
I watch as shock and fear ripples over the guests' faces, and confused by their reactions, I glance around.
Antonio’s arm tightens around me as he takes a step backward.
What the hell is going on?
Then my eyes land on Nikolai, where he’s standing by the sliding doors. The glass slips from my hand and falls on the grass.
Behind him are Damien, Winter, and Grandpa Cillian.
My heart speeds up at the sight of them.
They came.
Intense emotion washes over me.
“The Vetrovs,” Antonio whispers. “What are they doing here?”
A smile splits over my face, and I yank away from Antonio. “They’re here for me.”
Nikolai’s eyes lock on me, then he takes the steps down. The guests part like the red sea before him, and I have to admit it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
Get out of the way, people. My man is here.
Someone grabs hold of my arm, and I’m yanked backward. Seeing the person is my father, worry pours into my veins.
As much as I don’t get along with my family and hate what they’ve done to me, I don’t want a war to break out on my account.
“What is the meaning of this?” my father demands.
Nikolai stops in front of us, looking like a dark prince, ready to avenge his princess’ honor.
My father ignores Nikolai and glares at Damien. “I don’t recall inviting you.”
“You have something my son wants,” Damien replies.
I’m yanked farther back and stumble, almost falling on my ass.
“Yank her again, and I’ll rip your fucking arms off,” Nikolai growls, his expression so dark and dangerous it makes a chill skitter down my spine.
“Let go of me,” I hiss before I manage to pry my arm free from my father’s biting hold. I rush forward, and Winter grabs my hand, pulling me to her. When her arm wraps around me, I feel emotional from the relief of being with the Vetrovs.
I take the ring off my finger and throw it at Antonio’s feet before clinging to Winter.
“You’re going to be okay, my baby,” she coos.
