LOGINThis book is officially over. I can't believe I finished it. There were times I wanted to give up. Times I did at some point, but for some reason, I always found the energy to push through. I want to thank everyone who gave this book a chance. Without you, this book wouldn't be as successful as it
“Nikolai, I- ouch” She takes a step towards me and then stops, her face twisting into a grimace. I'm at her side in an instant, my hands around her shoulder, steadying her, “What's wrong?” I ask, my gaze scanning her carefully. My eyes land on the thin ragged line on her knee. The edges are raw, a
To be honest I wouldn't blame her if she did. She’d just seen me torture information out of a man. A man who deserves every bit of pain I dished out to him and more but still. Ava wasn’t used to this. She wasn’t used to seeing other people suffer. I was. I thought I could shield her from the darknes
Nikolai There's a solid second that follows after I see her, where the two of us just stare at each other, neither one of us willing to break contact first. Fuck. She wasn't supposed to be here. How the hell did she even find this place? "Ava, wait," Her eyes widened, a flicker of panic cross
I don’t. My pulse dips, and my heart rate spikes. The passageway is dark and the light seeping in from the library barely serves as an adequate lighting source. I whip out my phone and turn on the flashlight, barely containing the scream that threatens to erupt from my throat, when I see a roach s
The drawing is far from perfect, but it's perfect enough to make Kira smile, and that's enough for me. “Do you think Papa will like it?” I smile softly, brushing a strand of her dark hair away from her face. "I think your papa will love it.” Kira's smile brightens even more. The door to the
Nikolai had never once mentioned his mother, and with how little he spoke about her, I'd assumed their relationship was strained or non-existent. Kat assured me it was neither. From the information I'd gathered, I knew that She'd died while Nikolai was still a teenager, around the same time my mot
The sight of the rings momentarily takes my breath away and I'm stunned. While some are simple designs with elegant bands, others are a luscious cluster of gems that feel heavy just by looking at them. Nikolai stands behind me, his presence looming over me like my personal shadow. He leans in, his
“We’ll take it.” My head snaps to Nikolai who looks calm and completely unfazed and not at all like the demented man I expect to see who just agreed to pay one million dollars for a ring. “We will?” “Yes, we will,” he says, his eyes pointed at me. “Nikolai, I don’t think spending one million
The memory of his scars flashes through my mind, and subconsciously, my eyes drift to, where I know the bullet wound is located on his chest. The idea of Nikola and I pretending to be anything other than what we are is almost unfathomable. There is nothing real about our relationship. Every aspe







