“God,” the woman's scoff pulls me out of my thoughts, “you really are dense.I’ll spell it out for you, very slowly since I suspect you need that.My family has been at war with the Volkovs for years.Grayson was the perfect weapon to bring them down a peg.That’s all he’s really good for, anyway.”
My eyes narrow on her, heat climbing up my face as anger begins to simmer in my veins.She inches forward.I try to move away, but I’m locked in place.Her fingers wrap around a lock of my hair and she yanks my head to the side.Hot breath ghosts over my face as she whispers in my ear.“And so here you are, my little bit of revenge.”
My head snaps back as she releases the strands from between her bony fingers.My muscles scream at the odd movement, but I mask the pain on my face.I won’t let her see it.
“He’ll come for me,” I spit between gritted teeth.
Her laughter roars through the room.“Oh, that’s just precious!Do you think he loves you,topo?Men like Grayson aren’t capable of it.But it really doesn't matter because he’ll be dead very soon.”She lets her voice trails off before she mutters, “if he isn’t already.”
Dead?My eyes widen and ice shoots through my veins.My fingers twitch at my back, splinters of the tough rope jabbing under my fingernails.No, no, no, no, that little voice inside of me screams,he won’t.He can’t.Not now that he’s mine.Not now that I love him.I blink against the salty tears that burn in my eyes, refusing to let her see them.
“Now,” she purrs, “be a good girl and I’ll make sure my men play nice with you.”
A throat clears behind us before a masculine voice says, “Bianca, you’re needed upstairs.”
My eyes droop as the bitch sashays out of the room, a wave of bone-deep exhaustion finally hitting me.At least now I know her name.
