43| Run.

As we make it to the bottom of the staircase, we come to a screeching halt as two of Konstatins' guards are waiting for us by the front door.

“Going somewhere?” One of them asks with a sinister smirk curling on one corner of his mouth.

“Surely, not before we get to sample the sweet Volkov printsessa first!” The other guard states as he licks his lips with his eyes slowly devouring me from across the entry lobby.

I gasp, taking a step back as I shake my head. “Are all of you bastards rapists?” I hiss as my body shivers with fear and disgust.

Both of the guards look at each other for a split second before they return their gazes to us and start to laugh psychotically.

“Da!” They answer in unison with a shrug of their shoulder.

As sore and as badly beaten as Leo is, he pushes me behind him, widening his stance as a low and murderous snarl departs his lips. I hook my fingers inside his belt, wherever he moves, I will move with him.

It has become abundantly clear that he is the only