LOGINNIKOLAII watched my father's face.That was the thing about Konstantin Morozov — he had spent forty years building a face that gave nothing away. He has been in rooms where men who were better at reading people than most had walked out with nothing. I had watched him all my life and learned exactly two things: first, that the face could be trusted about ninety percent of the time, and second, that the ten percent it couldn't be trusted was always the part that mattered.He was looking at me now with the expression he wore when something had surprised him and he had decided not to let it."Arianna." He said the name slowly. "Viktor's daughter.""The one and the same."My father frowned. A small thing that was barely visible, just a slight drawing together of the brow that on another man would have meant nothing. On Konstantin Morozov it meant a great deal. "I thought she was dead."My eyes found Viktor's across the room.Viktor was standing near the window, with both hands at his side
NIKOLAI povMy father had been calling the dinner "informal" since he arranged it three days ago, which meant nothing about it was going to be informal.The Morozov definition of informal was: fewer than eight guests, no name cards, and the good china instead of the better china. It still involved a three-course meal, a seating arrangement that was not accidental, and my father at the head of the table in a suit jacket, so I had dressed accordingly and arrived on time, which was itself an act of good faith I hoped he noticed.Arande was in Milan, allegedly. I had not asked for confirmation.My father was in good spirits when I arrived, which immediately made me suspicious. He was never in good spirits at the start of an evening. His good spirits were reserved for the moments when something had already gone the way he wanted, and the evening was a formality he was performing on top of a result he was already satisfied with.I sat down and poured water and waited for the other shoe.It
NIKOLAI POV I had made a decision somewhere between leaving her room last night and waking up this morning.If Arianna refused to give me the truth, I was going to build a situation that forced it out.She had been lying about her death for five years. She had constructed a reason and a story and had stuck to it across weeks of pressure, and I respected the discipline of that even as it made me want to break something. But every structure had a load-bearing wall, and I had been pressing on them one by one long enough to know which one it was.Noah.The boy was the wall. Everything else she had deflected, absorbed, given me partial truths and calibrated lies on — everything except the things that came close to him. The moment the conversation touched Noah, her tells multiplied. Her voice changed. Her body moved differently.She had faked her death to protect something. And whatever that something was, it lived in that child.So I was going to stop pressing on the wall directly and sta
ARIANNA POV I heard him before I saw him.The key in the lock, the door, the sound of his footsteps, I had memorised them without meaning to. I was sitting on the edge of the bed when he came in, and I schooled my face into something that looked like it had been there a while.He stood in the doorway for a second and looked at me."Pack your things," he said.I looked up at him. "Now?""Now. We're going to the cabin tonight."I had been expecting this. He had told me it was coming and I had been dreading it in a low, background way ever since, the loss of the city, of proximity, of any hope that Liam might still find me through whatever thin signal I was leaving in this building. A cabin meant nothing. A cabin meant Nikolai and four walls and no trace."Okay," I said.He paused. I saw the pause register on him, the slight adjustment of someone who had walked in expecting a different response and was recalibrating."No argument?""Would it change anything?" I questioned."No.""Then n
NIKOLAI Pov I got to the bar early, not because I was eager, but because I wanted to be seated when he walked in. I wanted to watch him enter the room, clock me, and cross the distance to where I was — so that by the time he sat down, the dynamic was already established. The Montgomery was quiet at this hour. Dark wood, low light, this was exactly the kind of bar that didn't play music loud enough to interrupt a conversation. I had chosen it for exactly that reason. I ordered a drink and waited. The door opened at seven past seven. Rafael Moreno walked in and I watched him from across the room. He looked good. He was tall, had dark features, a sharp jaw, and walked with ease like he belonged in a room. There was something familiar in his architecture that I didn't want to examine too closely. He scanned the room. When he found me, he smiled. He crossed the bar with his hands in his pockets and his posture easy and unhurried and I sat there and watched him come and told myself,
ARIANNA POV I couldn't move.It's been five years since I had stood in front of this man and five years since I had made myself believe he was gone from my life as completely as I was gone from his. I had faked my death and in doing so had also buried him, buried the version of my life that included him, that needed him, that had called his name in the dark when things got hard and known he would pick up.He stood in Mrs. Kate's doorway and looked at me and I looked at him and neither of us moved for a long moment.He had changed. He looked like a man who had been sorry for a very long time.He walked toward me slowly. He didn't run to me the way part of me had spent years imagining this would go. He just walked, steady and certain, and stopped in front of me.And I hugged him.The anger was there, I felt it sitting in my chest. The anger of three years watched from a distance, of all those nights I had believed I was completely alone, now it just went. I don't know where it went. I
Arianna POV He stood in the middle of the room and looked at me like I had just spoken in a language he didn't recognise. I had expected that. I had sat in this room for hours and thought through exactly what his face would do when I stopped fighting him, and I had prepared for every version
NIKOLAI POV:My father was on his feet before he could process what was happening.He went straight to her, with both hands coming up to hold her face, tilting it toward the light, like he needed to see something clearly and didn't trust what he was seeing from a distance. His eyes moved over the m
NIKOLAII drove too fast. I knew it and I didn't slow down. I moved through the city with my hands tight on the wheel and my jaw tighter, and I let the rage sit in my chest and burn because it was the one thing I wasn't going to try to manage right now.A man nobody recognised had walked into a roo
ARIANNA POV:"How would you even know that?" I asked. What did he mean by that?Nikolai looked at me. "Just trust me."I stared at him."Trust you?." I let the words sit in the air for a second so we could both hear how they sounded. "You kidnapped me and my son. You took my phone. You have men wa







