A tiny laugh escapes her.
"Well? I'm waiting," I tease.
She slides her hands behind my head, pulls my face toward her, and kisses me so deeply that fire burns through my veins.
I kiss her back, holding her tighter to me.
She retreats, murmuring against my lips, "I have to go."
I pat her ass. "Okay, Minx." I peck her on the lips and release her.
She slides onto the backseat.
I warn Vito, "Nothing better happen to her on your watch."
He ignores me and gets into the driver's seat.
I text Kirill.
Me: Valentina needs another driver.
Kirill: I told you it'll happen once you're on the Royal Council. Until then, the Omni won't approve it.
Me: Not good enough.
Kirill: Two days. Deal with it.
The SUV turns the corner, and I make my way to the parking garage. I'm almost there when I stop dead in my tracks.
Blue barrels toward me like she's been waiting hours for her chance to strike. Even from a distance, her expression packs every emotion she refuses to hide. It's simmering and livid to the point her steps click sharply on the concrete. Her purple hair whips behind her, and her designer coat flares with each step.
I curl my fists at my side.
What is she doing here?
She stops inches from me. Her wounded, angry expression deepens. She hurls with a cracked voice, "What did you do?"
I cross my arms, already exhausted. "That's a bold question coming from you?"
Her eyes widen dangerously. "Don't play dumb with me."
"I'm not playing anything."
Her nostrils flare. "You don't think I saw it?"
"Well, you probably saw everything in my life since you seem not to understand that you're stalking me," I jab.
Her blue eyes turn to flames, hot enough to choke someone. More hurt fills her voice. "You gave her a diamond?"
My pulse pounds between my ears. No one is supposed to know about Valentina and me. Once we're married, I'll have to explain, but until then, no one should know but the Underworld. So I snarl, "You don't know what you're talking about, and you need to stay out of my business."
"And she's your business?" she accuses, her expression resembling a wounded puppy.
I stay quiet, not wanting to hurt her but tired of her obsession with me. And now, she's playing in dangerous territory.
Her breath stutters out in a furious rush. She rattles, "How could you be engaged to an Abruzzo? First, Fiona marries a Petrov and now... Now you're with an Abruzzo?"
In a firm tone, I warn, "Keep your nose out of my business, Blue. You don't know what you're talking about and need to get some therapy or something."
