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I fold my arms across my chest, indignant. “Well?”
“You can either walk out of here with me of your own volition, or I can throw you over my shoulder and carry you out.”
I scoff. “Throw me over your shoulder? What are you, a caveman?”
“No. I’m an impatient man dealing with an impertinent wife.”
“Impertinent?” I seethe. “You’ll have to forgive me for not falling head over heels for you.”
Pyotr sighs. “Thank you for the tea,” he says to my sister before moving in to do exactly as he promised.
With speed that could rival a cheetah, Pyotr takes three long strides and closes the gap between us. He moves surprisingly fast for someone with so much mass. I barely have a chance to blink before he bends down, wraps his thick arms around my thighs, and slings me over his right shoulder.
I kick and I scream, flailing helplessly. “Let me go, you giant ogre!”
“Don’t be rude.”
“Yasemin!” I look to my sister for support. “Yasemin, please. You have to help me!”
She shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Alina. This is Mother’s will.”
“Screw her!” I roar, red hot anger flooding my veins. The betrayal blindsides me, steals my breath.
I scream for my sister as Pyotr carries me out. I scream as we exit the building. I scream when he drops me in the backseat of a waiting car. Eventually, my voice breaks. I’m out of steam. My anger quickly dissolves into unbridled sorrow. None of this is fair and I’m helpless to stop it.
Beside me, Pyotr doesn’t say a word. Instead, he nods at the driver using the reflection of the rearview mirror.
We don’t go back to the hotel. Instead, we head straight to a private landing strip on the outskirts of the city. A private jet is waiting on the tarmac by the time we pull up, engines already roaring and ready for takeoff.
“I th-thought you said we weren’t l-leaving until tomorrow,” I say around shaky sobs.
Pyotr doesn’t reply, though it isn’t difficult for me to figure it out on my own. My little escape attempt probably convinced him to move up our timeline out of fear of my trying again. Once he gets me on the plane…
There’s nothing I can do.
He knows it. I know he knows it.
And that’s why I hate him with every fiber of my being.
“Are you going to board the plane?” he asks. “Or am I going to have to throw you over my shoulder again?”
I glare daggers at him. “You’ve already broken your vow.”
“Did I?”
“Touch me again and I’ll claw your fucking face off.”
I expect him to get angry, to lash out. It’s what Mother always did in the face of my stubbornness.
Imagine my surprise when hegrins.
Smug bastard.
He leans in slightly, his eyes roaming over my face before settling on my lips. All the air is sucked out of the car. This is the first time he’s looked at me with anything other than obvious indifference. I swear to God there’s an almost intrigued glint hiding behind his dark eyes. Up close, I breathe in the rich, deep scent of his earthy cologne. He smells so much like the warm grassy fields that Polina and I ride through.
“Should I expect more of your insolent behavior when we get to New York?” he asks me, his voice so low the vibrations seem to rattle my bones.
I refuse to back down. Mother tried her best to break my spirit, but I won’t give Pyotr the satisfaction. If he was expecting an obedient, well-mannered wife, then he’s got another thing coming.
