Page 100 of Cognac Villain


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I roll my eyes. “I can handle the interior. Why don’t you keep your eyes out there and far away from Cora?”

I hear the possessiveness in my own voice. The claim I’m laying on her, even though I don’t have a claim to lay. Not after what I said in my office—what Cora overheard.

I’m waiting for Yasha to call me out on it. He and Anya seem set on making this arrangement permanent for some reason.

But he doesn’t say anything.

I wait a few more seconds, sure I’ll hear his cackling laugh any second.

“Yasha?”

Nothing.

I check my phone and the connection is gone. Silent.

Everything is silent, actually. The kitchen was bustling with movement and clattering pans when we arrived, but I don’t hear a thing now. No footsteps. No muffled voices.

I turn back to the bathroom door and it’s still closed.

Something is wrong.

I walk to the bathroom and pound on the door. “Cora!”

Nothing. Not a sound beyond my own breathing.

“Shit.” I kick at the base of the door, the wood rattling in the frame. “Cora, open the door!”

Wrong. Wrong. Something is very fucking wrong.

That thought thrums through me like a second heartbeat as I step back and then throw all of my weight into the bathroom door.

The trim rips away from the wall and the door flies open, revealing Cora…

Sprawled out on the floor.

For one heartstopping second, I think she’s dead.I let her walk away from me, and now, she’s dead. I didn’t take care of her. It’s all my fault.

Then she lifts her face.

She’s alive, but so pale. So fucking pale. Her eyes are half-closed and her head keeps bobbing up and down like she’s fighting to stay awake.

“Cora.” I drop to my knees next to her and grab her hands in mine. “What happened?”

She blinks, trying to focus, but there is a glaze over her expression I’ve never seen before. She’s right in front of me, but she might as well be a million miles away.

“My…phone,” she mumbles.

I shake her gently. “Can you hear me?”

Her head flops in my direction like it’s too heavy to hold up. “Ivan.” Her fingers twitch around mine. She moans. “Ivan.”

She’s been drugged. Someone slipped her something.

I tense up. Not only did someone attack my fiancée, but they did it on my watch. After I promised Cora I would take care of her.

After I swore I’d keep her safe.

From the world.

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