Nikolai's POVI felt Valentina's hand tense against mine the moment Bianca reached us. She hid it well, better than she thought she did but I'd spent a lifetime reading the small things people tried to bury, and she hadn't buried this deep enough."Two minutes," Bianca said, already turning, already assuming I'd follow because when it came to her, I always did.I glanced at Valentina once before I did. She held herself still, chin level, the picture of composure but I caught the flicker underneath it. Whatever this was to her, it wasn't nothing.I walked off anyway. There were things I needed from Bianca more than I needed to manage my wife's imagination.Bianca led me to the far end of the balcony, out of earshot of the crowd, and once we were alone, the practiced smile fell away. This was the Bianca I actually did business with."You look tense," she said."I look the same as always.""Mm. Maybe I know you too well." She leaned against the railing, city lights behind her. "Maximill
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