LOGINAlexei opened the living room door with the practiced neutrality of a man who had learned long ago that his personal opinions about visitors were irrelevant to his professional function.The president walked in like he had been expected.Not like a guest. Like a man returning to a space he had assessed and catalogued on a previous visit and found satisfactory enough to revisit. His eyes moved across the room once, taking in the art and the marble and the floor to ceiling windows with the unhurried appreciation of someone who recognized expensive things and was not impressed by them because he owned expensive things himself.He settled into the large leather armchair closest to the window. Not the couch. Not the chair nearest the door. The one with the best view of the room and the most distance from the entrance. The chair that put everyone else at a slight disadvantage without anyone being able to say exactly why.He crossed one leg over the other and rested his ringed hands on his k
"You said you were not going to leave," Dimitri said.His voice came out steadier than it should have given what was happening underneath it. But at the very end, just at the edge of the last word, something cracked. Just slightly. Just enough.Natasha heard it.She looked between the two of them, at Xavier standing by the door with his jacket and his carefully arranged expression and at Dimitri still holding both shopping bags with his tie loosened and his eyes doing something she had not seen them do before.She did not belong in this room right now."I will leave you both to it," she said and started moving toward the elevator."Natasha." Dimitri's voice stopped her before she reached it.She turned, surprised he had called her back."Stay," he said.She looked at him for a moment. Then she shook her head. "This is between you two," she said gently. "Sort it out."She stepped into the elevator and pressed her floor and the doors closed and the last thing she saw was Dimitri's face
Natasha stepped out of the elevator with her phone in her hand, scrolling through a compilation of animal videos that had been making her laugh for the past twenty minutes. It was the most normal she had felt in days and she was holding onto it carefully.She heard the voices before she saw them.Low and close together, the particular pitch of people who believed they were alone."Did you see the boss yesternight?""The way he came back with all those flowers and gifts.""That girl. I hope she does not get used and discarded. She does not know what she has come into. She would end up just like the other girls."Natasha stopped walking.Her hand tightened around her phone slowly. She looked down at it for one second. Then she stepped forward into their line of sight.The two maids saw her at the same moment. Their faces went through several expressions in rapid succession before landing on something that was trying to look like professional composure and not quite getting there. They i
The detective arrived seven minutes late, slightly breathless, his coat still buttoned from the outside cold. He pulled out the chair across from Dimitri and sat down quickly."I apologize sir. The traffic coming through the east side of Lindel is becoming genuinely terrible. Every afternoon now it is the same thing."Dimitri said nothing. He had chosen St Louis specifically because it was the kind of place nobody expected a man like him to be. No chandeliers. No velvet ropes. Just a quiet corner establishment with wooden booths and low lighting and the kind of staff that had learned long ago that the customers who tipped best were the ones you pretended not to notice. He had a glass of water in front of him and nothing else. He had been waiting for eleven minutes and he had spent those eleven minutes thinking.The detective settled himself and placed an envelope on the table between them with the careful deliberateness of someone who understood the weight of what was inside it."Alri
The morning light came through the curtains in long pale streaks and landed across the bed.Natasha opened her eyes slowly.She turned over and the other side of the bed was empty. Just the indentation in the pillow and the sheets pulled back and the faint smell of his cologne still sitting in the fabric. She lay there and let everything replay itself in her mind the way it had been waiting to do from the moment she opened her eyes.The peonies. His knee on the floor. The way he had held her face when he kissed her like she was something he was afraid of dropping. The hours after that she was not going to think about it in detail right now because her face was already doing things she could not control.And then his voice in the dark afterward.I love you, Natasha.She pressed both hands over her face.She had lain there and said absolutely nothing and he had kissed her forehead and told her she did not have to respond and pulled her close and she had fallen asleep on his chest like t
Dimitri leaned back in his plane seat and scrolled through his phone with the particular focused energy of a man who had decided that whatever else was happening in the world, this one thing was going to be handled correctly.Apology gifts.He scrolled past generic options and rejected them immediately. Chocolates, no. A spa voucher, absolutely not. Jewelry, possibly but not as the first thing. He kept scrolling until a curated gift set caught his eye. A large bouquet of white and blush peonies, her kind of flower he decided without having been told. A box of French macarons in six flavors. A silk scarf in deep burgundy. A small bottle of Chanel No 5. And a handwritten card option that he skipped because he was going to say what he needed to say in person.He placed the order, entered the delivery address and selected the express option that guaranteed arrival before his car reached Lindel.He set the phone down on the small plane desk and leaned his head back and looked out the windo
Natasha stayed in her room all morning. The events from the function yesterday still terrified her. The knife going through that man's hand. The blood. The screams. The way Dimitri's face had looked when he did it.The maids had knocked on her door several times, informing her that her food was get
The Head Judge entered the private hotel room with the careful steps of a man used to handling power discreetly. He was in his mid-sixties, with silver hair slicked back and a tailored suit that probably cost more than most people's annual salary. His face was weathered but dignified, the face of a
A day had passed since Dimitri left.Natasha was on her bed, staring at the phone he'd given her. It was clean and sharp, brand new, and there was only one contact stored in it. His name. Just his name.She'd taken tons of pictures with it, even though there was nothing particularly interesting to
"How could you do that?" Natasha asked as soon as they reached home. Her voice was shaking with anger and adrenaline.Dimitri acted as if nothing had happened at the function. He was on his phone immediately, his voice cold and commanding."Make sure they regret what they did," he told the caller.







