Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
His jaw tightens. “Tatiana can handle her own shit.”
“No love lost there?”
“She’s a pain in my ass.” He slashes a look at me. “She seduced you, knowing I’ve already claimed you. She’s lucky I don’t shoot her in the kneecap.”
I don’t know what to say to that. I don’t know what to feel. No, that’s a fucking lie. The truth is that I’m pulled between what I want and what I should do. I know what Michelle and Zayne would say. What my parents would say.
Kill Casimir and flee. Return to Carver City where I’m safe and prepare for the Romanovs to strike back.
I also know what my aunt would say. She loves me, but she’s sacrificed plenty for our territory. That’s what good leaders do—sacrifice for the greater benefit. Marriages of convenience are common enough in our world. Marrying the enemy might be slightly less common, but it’s not unheard of. As Casimir said, war is expensive.
Really, I’m just looking for an excuse to take what I want. I stare at the man who’s occupied so much of my thoughts for years now in one variation or another. Even with everything between us, I’m relaxed in the passenger seat, just like I have been so many times before.
“If we’re doing this . . . No more lies. You stop pretending to be Luke. You . . .” I suck in a breath. “No more missions or whatever for your uncle. You can’t be allied to two people, Casimir.”
He pulls up in front of the airport and puts the car in park. “Baby, you know how Romanovs work.”
“Yeah, I do. And I’m still drawing this line in the sand. What happens if your uncle decides this plan doesn’t make sense and tells you to kill me?”
Casimir shakes his head. “He wouldn’t do that.”
Judging from the rumors I’ve heard about Jovan, I’m not so sure. He’s a canny old bastard, and the Romanovs have grown astronomically in power and wealth since he inherited the rule in Russia. He’s not erratic, exactly, but you’re expendable if you aren’t a Romanov . . . and sometimes even if you are.
“Maybe not, but what if the plans don’t play out the way he wants here? If Carver City goes to war, I’m siding with my allies here, with my family. Not with yours.”
He grins. “You’ve already decided to marry me.”
“No, I haven’t. I’m just playing through scenarios.”
“Liar.” He glances at the cars swarming around us, at the people exiting and entering the doors to our right in waves. “Trust me when I tell you that it won’t come to that.”
I might trust him, but that doesn’t mean I trust the rest of his family. “What if it does? I can’t say yes to you without having an answer to this. Without you giving me your word that you won’t stand against the people I care about. Against me.”
He drums his fingers on the steering wheel. “I can’t avoid being called back to Russia from time to time. Regardless of anything else, family is family.”
I want to argue, but he’s right. No matter what happens in my life, if I somehow ended up somewhere else . . . I’d still have relationships with my parents.
Still. “That’s not really what I’m asking you.”
“I know.” He sighs. “Baby, I won’t hurt you. Not for anything. And you’d never forgive me if I hurt your family or friends. So I won’t. The rest, we’ll figure out.”
It’s not exactly a promise to stand with us against a Romanov invasion, but it’s good enough for me. “How much time do we have before your uncle starts considering war a legitimate option?”
“I don’t know. Like I said, he’s distracted with New York. That will take some time to resolve. In an ideal situation, we’d have Carver City wrapped up before then.”
Wrapped up. A Romanov match for every heir. The current territory leaders will never stand for it.
But this Romanov? He’s mine. I can admit that now. We’re two twisted plants growing toward the same bloody light, tangled with each other so thoroughly that there’s no escape. More, I don’t want to escape.
I drag in a rough breath. “We have to do this my way. My parents are going to freak out, and while we could just ride it out, that’s not the best option.” It’s what I’ve been doing for most of my life. Riding the waves and pretending they aren’t carrying me to a position of power. If I’d been actively training as an heir, would Casimir have approached me a different way?
In fact . . . if I’m going to truly step into my role as heir, that has to start now. Before we return to Carver City. “If you really mean to be my bloody right hand, then I have a task for you.”