“Damien’s place. We’ll be there tomorrow.”

“I’ll be there,” Carson replies without hesitation.

“Thank you.”

When I end the call, I immediately phone Damien.

“Hey, you okay?” Damien answers.

“Yes. I’m coming to you. Carson will meet us at your place tomorrow. I’m going after Yuri Ivanov, and I need your help.”

“Okay, but why?”

“I’ll explain tomorrow.”

We end the call, and then Alexei says, “Ahh, the thrill of the hunt. There’s nothing like it.”

“Yeah? Wait until you meet the woman that’s meant for you.”

ARIANA

When the front door opens and Demitri and Alexei come in, my eyes flit over Demitri to check if he’s okay. I’ve been standing in the kitchen for most of the night, unable to think of sleep while they were out there.

Alexei claps his hands together. “All done.”

All done. The assassin is dead.

I expect to feel guilt and horror, but instead, the tension in my chest lessens a bit.

I glance between Demitri and Alexei, then say, “Thank you.” And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.

Demitri’s eyes drift over me, and then the predatory expression I really love way too much tightens his features. “Fuck, you look beautiful,” he murmurs as he moves toward me.

I glance down at my outfit. “Thought I’d wear something more appropriate for war.”

When his hands frame my face, I smell a burnt and metallic scent. Demitri leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, and then he whispers, “You’re welcome.”

When he pulls back, our eyes lock, and my stomach flutters while my abdomen clenches.

This man just killed someone for me.

The thought is overwhelming, and it sends my heart racing.

The realization that I have someone as powerful as Demitri on my side finally sinks in, and for the first time, I start to believe I can actually get through this. I can face Yuri.

I can survive whatever lies ahead.

“Christ, Malyshka,” Demitri growls. “The way you look at me will be my end.”

“How do I look at you?” I whisper, my voice breathless.

“Like I’m your whole fucking world.”

My heart hammers hard in my chest.

Is he?

It’s too soon.

Pulling free from his hands, I nervously wet my lips and go to my room. I slip on my black leather jacket, and then pulling up my luggage’s handle, I press my other hand to my fluttering stomach and take a deep breath.

One thing at a time, Ariana. Once you get through this alive, you can figure out what you feel for Demitri.

Pulling my luggage behind me, I walk back into the living room just in time to see Demitri checking the clip of his gun. He shoves it back in and then tucks the weapon away behind his back. Lifting his eyes to me, he asks, “Ready?”

“Uh-huh,” I mumble.

“A couple of things,” Demitri says. “Whenever we’re moving around, stay close to Alexei. You never leave his side no matter what happens.”