Page 91 of Betrayal and Vows

And at the bottom of the thread there’s a single message.

“She’s beautiful when she comes, isn’t she?”

I freeze.

The breath leaves me like I’ve been shot. I have to press my hand to my chest to make sure I haven’t.

Dmitri steps closer, sees the screen, and groans. “Fuck.”

I nod. “That’s putting it mildly.”

“How long have they been watching you?”

“I don’t know. Since I arrived.”

“They know,” he says.

“The club.”

We thought we had gotten away with fucking in the bathroom.

It had been foolish. We were careless.Iwas careless.

“Anton, they’re not just watching. Theyletyou think you were safe. That’s worse.”

I know.

Of course I know.

Whoever sent these didn’t want to expose us. Not yet. They want control.

They want leverage. And if they’ve been watching long enough to capture all those moments, they know how deep this goes.

They know I’d die for her.

Dmitri lowers his voice. “We need to get out of the country.”

“I’m not leaving without her.”

“You can’t save her if you’re dead.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“You’re going to die for a woman?”

He asks it like he just can’t believe it’s real.

I meet his eyes with zero doubt in my mind.

“She’s notawoman. She’sthewoman.”

He sighs again. This one older. Tired. Like he’s aged twenty years since we walked into this estate.

“She left you a message,” he says finally. “Told me to pass it along.”

My pulse kicks. “When?”

“Before dinner. Said she couldn’t talk to you. Too risky.”