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Elena: I knew that the man was surprised to hear my voice. I could tell by his gaze, but I also knew that running away and hiding was not going to get me anywhere. He wasn’t going to understand that it was hurting me if I proceeded this way, and I didn’t know what game he was playing at just yet. “I’ll go first,” Vladimir said, and I nodded, looking the man dead in the eye as I waited for his question. “Why’d you trust me enough to speak?” “You kept your word,” I said, and he frowned in confusion. “You kept him away from me. I knew that he would have come if not for whatever you’re doing.” “Fair,” he said, “your turn.” “Why do you keep coming despite knowing the consequences?” I asked, knowing that it wasn’t something that he was going to want to answer. But I also knew that he expected the question. “You caught my attention.” He said, “a spark, a bond, if I can call it that. And now that I’ve felt it, I grew addicted.” “Your turn,” I said, satisfied enough with his answer. I st
Vladimir: I walked out of the room before my mate could process what happened completely. I didn’t want things to backfire, and I didn’t even know what got into me to have me kissing her. I just knew that I was more than a little happy doing it. I knew that she kissed me back, and that meant more to me than she could think of realizing. Her heart raced against her chest, and I knew that she was most likely lost in a thousand thoughts as she tried finding out what happened. But what I didn’t know was what was going to happen when it did, and that was something that I knew was going to play thousands of questions in her mind. I walked down the stairs and out of the front door, knowing that I needed some fresh air before I went back to her, giving into the mating bond that was becoming too strong for me to try and control. I knew that my wolf could tell that she was fragile and even he didn’t fight me to claim her, but after tasting her, I knew that keeping my hands off her was going
Elena: “What are you doing back here?” I asked, hissing at Vladimir as he entered my room. It was late at night, and I was about to go to sleep, and after he kissed me a few hours ago, I couldn’t find myself getting any shut eye. “I came to see you,” he said, and I raised an eyebrow. “I thought that you were coming to my room to play cards.” I said, choosing to be sarcastic. Though it wasn’t my smartest comeback, I knew that it served the point of what I wanted it to. “It is late and you were here earlier…” “For a woman who was waiting for me…” “You are foolish to think that I am going to expect you to come barging here when you can risk your life by anyone seeing you.” I said, stopping the man. His eyes widened in surprise at my words and I forced myself to take a deep breath, reminding myself of who the man was and what he was capable of doing if he wanted to. “Please take your leave if you don’t have anything that is important to tell me. The last thing that I would want is
Vladimir: I walked out of my mate’s room, leaving a small part of me there with her as I found myself wanting nothing more than to be by her side. Her eyes, which met mine, told me that the feeling was mutual, and though I couldn’t do anything about it, not yet anyway. The fact that she was more than willing to accept me, despite not truly knowing or understanding it, was something that meant more than I could describe to her. “You are out early,” Claire said, catching my attention as I walked into the room. I turned to the woman, knowing that Beatrice was on her break. Having sent the medicine needed to her family, new clothes, and the best doctors to tend to her siblings; I knew that she was more than a little thankful. The headmistress allowed her a day off when she found out about her ill sister, and I knew that seeing her in a better state was something that she was thankful for. “And you are back under my nose,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest as I looked at the wom
Konstantin: “What do you mean Yigrette is dead?” I asked, frowning as I answered the phone. Batrov hesitated, and I could tell that the man gulped, trying to form a right sentence as he did. “She fell down the stairs, boss.” He said, and I took a deep breath as I tried to control myself and anger. “How the fucking hell would a woman like her…?” “She was wearing heels. She passed by Elena’s room, and as she was leaving, she tripped and fell.” He said, and I took a deep breath. “She hit her head as she did, and we couldn’t stop the bleeding when we found her. The doctors said that it would have been a miracle for her to survive.” “She was drunk, wasn’t she?” I asked, tapping my fingers on the desk. The idea of her drinking on the job was something that I didn’t like. She knew the rules, but I knew that she went past them at times, and now it cost her life. “She had alcohol in her system. But I am not sure that she was drunk, boss.” He said, and I scoffed, knowing that he was de
Elena: I watched as Batrov entered my room, his eyes wide with rage, taking me off guard. “What did you do to her?” He asked, making me frown in confusion. I stood up, shaking my head in question, and he looked me dead in the eye, his eyes holding more rage than I have ever seen in his gaze. “Yigrette, what did you do to her?” I shook my head in question, not understanding what the man was referring to. “She came to your room before she fell down the stairs. And I am not dumb, the woman wouldn’t be tripping easily. What did you give her to drink when she passed by your fucking room?” I took a deep breath and shook my head, trying to understand what the man was referring to. He grabbed me by my throat, choking me, and I wrapped my hand around his wrist, wanting him to let me go. His eyes were fixed on mine as he did what he was, and though I couldn’t understand what he was speaking of, I couldn’t help but find myself wanting to close up on myself as my vision blurred. It was someti
Vladimir: “What the fuck was she doing in your room?” Konstantin said, entering the office that he has given me to work in. Though I didn’t have much work to do just yet, and I had no intention of thinking about checking the Ivanov’s work. I wasn’t dumb, I knew that the man would have everything that I was working on wired and looked on, and just hearing the word Ivanov was going to spike a trigger that I didn’t need. The fact that Elena was beginning to trust me was something that I was more than a little grateful for, but I knew not to risk my chances. “Hello to you too, Konstantin.” I said, getting up from my chair. I had already heard him entering the Estate, and I knew that he got all the surveillance that he needed to know that she was in my room. This way, at least, they would be off Elena’s head. “I believe that there is a more subtle way to enter my office, do you not agree?” “Do not play games with me, Vladimir,” he said, stopping me. “What was Yigrette doing in your roo
Elena: My bedroom door opened, taking me off guard at the force that the door made as it hit the wall. My eyes widened and I stood, taken by surprise when I saw Konstantin standing in front of me. His eyes were wide with rage and I took a step back, fearing his reaction and what he was going to do. I looked at the door for a second too long, a part of me hoping that Vladimir would suddenly show up, make a racket, or a sudden emergency was to happen. But I knew, judging by the man’s expression, that I was stuck. “Your family,” he said, throwing a picture in front of me. “Their latest picture, living their lives, as they forgot about you.” I frowned in confusion as the picture landed on the floor. I kneeled down, careful as I lifted the picture in my hand. I looked at it, and my heart ached at the sight of my little sister who would now be seventeen. She wouldn’t have understood what happened or why her eldest sister was no longer in the house, but I was thankful to know that she wa