“When I thought Gus had cut your throat, I was considering throwing myself off the balcony.”
Nikolett laughed. “You know Romeo and Juliet were only teenagers. We’re adults.”
“We’ve been through a lot. We’re allowed to have dramatic moments.”
She leaned into him, resting her cheek on his chest. He rested his on her hair.
“Eric?”
“Yes?”
“He asked me to go with him.”
“Yep, I’m pretty sure he’s in love with you.”
“That’s…I’m not sure what to do about that,” she said.
“Don’t love him back because I’m going to kill him for hurting you.”
“You mean for attacking the Masters’ Admiralty.”
“Sure, if that reason makes you feel better, go with that.”
“Eric?”
“Yes?”
“I think Gus is your brother.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
“Is he okay?” Sophia cocked her head to the side, studying Eric.
He was sitting on the floor of the dungeon cell, head against the wall, eyes closed.
“He’s fine. He just needs a minute.” Nikolett turned back to the crowd in the dungeon hallway. It wasn’t everyone from upstairs, just a select few people she trusted or knew Eric trusted.
“Why does he need a minute?” Antonio asked, peering at Eric.
Regina raised her brows. “You told him?”
“Yes,” Nikolett answered.
“Told him…” Sophia asked impatiently.
“I think the Spaniard is Eric’s brother.”
Sophia was the first to recover, eyeing Nikolett before smiling. “You have a type.”
Nikolett snorted, though it was half horror, half amusement. “Apparently I do.”
“Why do you think that?” Antonio asked in his grim way.
“The first time I met Gus, he reminded me a little of Eric. If we took a picture of Eric when he was younger and made his hair dark, I think it would look like Gus.”
Antonio eyed her. “There has to be more than that.”
She nodded. “They both had a terrible father.”
