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“Her name is Svetlana.”

“Great,” I snap, staring out the window. “I don’t care—”

“She’s my father’s sister.”

I frown, turning to him. “That was youraunt?”

Something menacing flickers behind his eyes. “She’s my father’s sister.”

“Yeah, that means—”

“She isnotmy aunt,” he snaps coldly. “Vadim raised me. For that, I call him father, even if he didn’t sire me. Svetlana doesnotget the extension of being family to me.”

I nod. “Okay,” I say quietly. Obviously, Gavan isn’t a fan. That makes two of us. But it’s alsobeyondweird and unhinged that she clearly tried to get under my skin by implying she was his lover or something. All that bullshit about him “fucking like a god?” That she “taught him everything he knows”?

I mean, eww.

I frown as I turn to him. “I’m…sorry. For the way I sort of freaked out.”

“You don’t need to apologize.”

“No, I do,” I shrug. “I thought she was—”

“Another woman.”

I nod.

“She’s not,” he growls quietly.

I smile wryly. “Well, yeah. But still. Even if shewas, I’d have no right to act like—”

“Yes, you would.” He turns to level a fierce look at me. “If it’d been me walking in on another man talking that closely to you, with his hands on you, I’d have thrown him through the window.”

My core pulses.

Fuck, why is that so hot?

We cruise the rest of the way uptown in silence before the car pulls up outside the Kildare family brownstone. Gavan turns to me.

“There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.”

“Okay…”

“Not now. Tonight. I’m picking you up at eight.”

A blush tingles through my cheeks. “Oh? For what?”

“For dinner.”

My bottom lip sucks between my teeth.

“If that’s okay with you,” he grumbles. “It’s not a date, in case you’re wondering.”

“Oh no, two people who fuck each other a lot having dinner alone together is…definitely not a date.”

Gavan smirks. “Be ready at eight.”

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