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KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.The drive back to the apartment was a test of self-restraint for me. Summer was seated beside me, my arms wrapped around her fragile body as she breathed in my cologne. When Mikhail’s servers called my phone earlier, signaling to me that Summer was out of the safety of the apartment without her bodyguards, all alarms went off in my mind, and in less than no time at all, I stormed out of the meeting in a rush.The fear of something happening to her because of her carelessness, of the creed returning and using her against me, using her to twist my arm into killing people again… it evoked raw fear in me. In that moment, nothing else mattered; not the billion-dollar contract I was about to sign, or my own safety as I raced through traffic, switching lanes like a madman so I could get to her.“We shall arrive at the destination in less than five minutes, Mr and Mrs Volkov.” The robot in my self-driving car announced, and I felt the tightness in my chest ease for a

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.Kirill kisses me with a fierce passion that makes my toes curl, and that relentless pounding in my heart returns. I run my hands through his full hair, loving the groan at the back of his throat as he pulls me up so I'm above him instead. “You got me mad today.” He warns, pulling away from me abruptly. Tugging the sleeves of my dress roughly until I am naked from the top up, my naked breasts exposed. The cool air hits my nipples, making them hard instantly. His eyes lock on them for a moment, filled with the same hunger I always see in his eyes whenever we’re together, before he attacks them. Kissing a hot trail that sets off a dangerous fire in my bones, he pulls my dress even lower until it’s right at my hips. “I should punish you for that stunt you pulled, moya grekh.” He flips me onto my back roughly, but not too roughly that I hurt my belly. “You got me so worried.” He smacks my ass roughly….I wonder how many times I can get you to come today. He groans,

ANTOV’S POINT OF VIEW.Life can be crazy at times. Just a couple second ago, I was seething with rage at the thought of that fucker Andrew and what he did to Wren. Now, I’m walking side by side with her on my arm as we head over to her house to get her father’s laptop for a school project. “You mind coming in?” she asks, turning around to give me that twinkling look in her eye that makes me feel like my heart has stopped. I returned her smile with a genuine one and a nod.“Sure.” It’s just one word, but it seems to mean more to her. She pulls me along into the modest house on my brother’s vast estate. Stepping into the small house, I am hit with the scent of lavender and rose immediately. The difference between living in a mansion fit for at least five hundred people, and standing in a space as small as this….it felt….weird.I was even more thankful for the life Kiril sacrificed so that Cassia and I could live like this. "I'll just be a second," Wren whispered, her cheeks still a l

KILL SWITCH.KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.The glass of bourbon felt cool in my hand as I stared out the window. The city of London spread wide before me, and each light illuminating the skyscrapers before me reminded me of what I’d done to get here. The lives I took, the blood on my hands…..I became their king. Me.A homeless boy from Russia, carrying his siblings out of abject poverty. I ruled it all. No one knew, and that was the beauty of it all. The sound of Summer’s gentle breathing from behind me served as a means of calm against my raging blood. I turned just then to see her….my wife. Her perfect body wrapped in the covers, her rosy cheeks flushed with each rise and fall of her chest.Her being alive made things easier; it helped me wake up every day. I itched to tell her the truth, not only because she would know the danger we could face, but because I realized… she’d come to matter too much to me. And from what I knew, lying to a person you care about would never end well.If Sum

KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.The transformation was so absolute it was sickening. Misha Harman didn’t just change her expression; she changed her entire presence. The girl who had been trembling in Antov’s arms moments ago, the one who smelled of lavender and innocence, was gone. In her place sat a predator, her spine straightening with a series of audible, rhythmic cracks."Antov, get back," I commanded, my voice as sharp as knives. I didn't dare take my eyes off her, and I didn't lower the gun either. I recognized that look in her eyes; it wasn’t the innocent one she had earlier… It’s one of a wounded, alert soldier."Kirill..." Antov’s voice was a soft, pathetic whisper. He looked at her, his hands twitching at his sides, caught in the agonizing space between the girl he loved and the monster she had become. "Wren? Talk to me."Misha’s head tilted slowly, her neck moving with a mechanical precision. She didn't look at him. She looked through him, her gaze fixed on the hallway leading to