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Like all powerful men.
I shiver.
It’s wild how surreal my life has become.
His deep voice breaks the silence. “Will you share?”
My eyes slide to Kirill, brows dipping in a frown. “Share what?”
“Your thoughts.”
The way he asks, so softly, has something inside me softening in return. “It’s beautiful here. The land.”
“It is.”
“Have you been to America?”
“I have. Many times.”
I’m surprised. “Really? For what?”
“Work.”
“Work,” I parrot, surprised.
“I’m in the process of expanding Volk Vault Banks into America and Canada.” He glances at me, wetting his lips. I sense indecision, and want to press, but he says, “I’m to travel to America in a couple months.”
My. Heart. Stills. And then it races violently, full throttle, toward hope. Hope that he’ll take me to my country. Hope that—maybe—I might escape.
“Will you leave me here?” I can’t look at him as I ask the question. If I do, I fear he might see the hope.
When he doesn’t answer for a long moment, I gather the courage to lift my gaze. He’s watching me, even as he drives. His voice soft when he replies, “I am undecided.”
“What would make you decide to take me?”
His eyes move between mine, before he looks back at the road. “I would be more likely to take you if you let me in.”
I gasp, unable to look at him as I say, “Inside my body, you mean?” My words tremble. I tremble.
“No.” His hand tightens on my thigh. His fingers dip in the crevice between my legs, the thin material of my leggings doing nothing to make his touch feel less intense. Less intimate. “I won’t say I don’t want inside your body. I do. Very much. But I want your heart more.”
When I look at him, I think he’s being sincere. I just don’t understand. “Why?”
He frowns. “Why?”
“Why do you want my heart? After everything…”
“You are my wife.”
“But this—we’re not real.”
His grip tightens on my thigh. The pulse of his fingers sending a thrill to spear through my heart. “We are very real, Ruby.”
Chewing my lip, I train my attention on the scenery beyond the window. We’ve been driving for hours, and we appear to be heading toward the mountains. The land is becoming more rough, more uncut, and jagged. Like the man sitting next to me.
After a long moment, I admit, “I don’t understand what your agenda is with me.”
“My agenda?” There’s amusement in his voice. “I don’t have one.”
