Chapter 62

(Dimitri's POV)

I was still in my underwear, my hands trembling as I poured some vodka into the glass. The outbuilding where Emily was locked up pulled at every muscle in my body like a magnet. She'd been out there for less than ten minutes, and each tick of the clock tightened an invisible noose around my neck. I couldn't shake the feeling. I'd only distracted myself by turning on all the lights in the house and barking orders at Alya. I wanted a cup of tea. My suit needed ironing. And why the f*ck was there so much yellow in my house?

"She will die out there."

I didn't even hear Lucio enter the room until he spoke. This was how men got killed in my position, but I didn't give a shit right now. If the cold feeling spreading in my chest was anything to go by, I was already six feet under.

"Get out," I ordered.

"It's below zero. She could get hypothermia in minutes."

The words ate at my veins, but I told myself it didn't matter to me. Emily had played me. She got under my skin, made me