Nope, now I’m more afraid of how I feel around him.

Slumping back against the couch, I let out a groan.

I’m starting to feel bipolar. All these emotions are giving me freaking whiplash.

DEMITRI

As soon as I shut the security door behind us, Alexei begins to chuckle, amusement all over his face.

“Don’t,” I mutter, giving him a look of warning.

He arrived at the crack of dawn, and finally, the tension in my chest eased. I’m back in control of his safety, and it makes my world feel balanced again.

“Don’t what?” Alexei asks as he glances over the monitors.

“You know what.”

We sit down, and then Alexei stares at the screen showing the living room. “How’s she doing?”

I look at Ariana where she’s sitting on the couch, her body tense as if she’s ready to bolt up at any second.

“As well as can be expected.”

“What does she know?”

“Everything except that Yuri’s the one who ordered the contract,” I answer.

“What’s her relationship with Yuri like?” Alexei asks as he turns his gaze to me.

“She’s mentioned him a couple of times and wanted to call him after Sergei died. She has no idea he’s behind the hit.”

“Can she handle the news?” he asks, and letting out a sigh, he adds, “The last thing we need is a hysterical woman.”

I shake my head. “Ariana doesn’t get hysterical.” Taking a deep breath, I ask, “How do you want to handle Yuri?”

“I’m hoping for quick and discreetly, but I doubt it’s going to turn out like that,” Alexei mutters. He takes a moment to think. “Yuri won’t back down. He thinks he has all the power, and it will make him blind to the fact that he’s on the losing side of this war.”

“Meaning?”

Alexei gestures to the screen showing Ariana. “She’s the one with the power.”

I seriously doubt that.

Before I can give my opinion, Alexei continues, “Right before he died, Sergei changed his will. Lucian signed as a witness.” He turns his gaze to me. “Ariana gets everything. Yuri is going to lose his shit when he finds out.”

I stare at Alexei as the news sinks in, then I say, “Ariana can’t run the businesses.” Protectiveness surges through my chest.

“How do you know?”

I turn my gaze back to Ariana. “There’s no reality in which Ariana will be able to kill someone. She won’t be able to control Sergei’s men. They’ll eat her alive.”

“Still, she’s expected to take over,” Alexei mutters, his eyes locked on me. “Unless she puts someone in charge that she trusts.”

I shake my head. “She has no one.”

“You sure about that?” Alexei asks, his eyes sharpening on me.

A dark frown settles on my forehead. “You better not be thinking what I think you’re thinking.”

Alexei just shrugs.

Wanting to stop the direction this conversation is heading in, I rise to my feet. “I’m going to make breakfast.”