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All at once his eyes narrow in a mixture of fury, recognition, and something else.
Something that makes my stomach loop in anticipation and warmth pooling between my legs.
His hand tightens around my wrist, and when he speaks, that familiar deep rumble of his voice—like chocolate to my ears—wakes me up to the fact that this is real.
He really is standing here in front of me.
“Fancy seeing you here, Kitty Cat.”
14
KONSTANTIN
Emily isas beautiful as when I last saw her. The shadow of a sunburn tinges her pale nose and shoulders with a light pink hue. She’s let her hair drift loose, and one of the strands sticks to her forehead, begging for me to brush it away.
A thousand emotions roll through me at once. Trying to catch them is as pointless as collecting every drop of rain.
What the hell isshedoing here?
I kick the knife away from both of us and glance around the tiny bedroom, searching for signs of danger, or even another person.
Other than the dead man beside us, she’s alone.
And judging by how quickly she grabbed the knife to stab that man, she definitely came alone.
But that doesn’t calm my pulse.
If she’s alone, then that means she came to this apartment by choice.
Which means …
Is she connected to this place? To Alisa’s kidnapping?
She took my suitcase in Italy. She snubbed me that same night. She’d been alone with me with so little effort. I force myself to tear my gaze away from her intoxicating sapphire-blue eyes to the bloody knife on the floor, and an unsettling realization congeals in my stomach.
She could’ve killed me.
And now she’s here? Where Alisa’s trail ends?
I don’t believe in coincidences.
Not after this.
“What are you doing here?” she asks.
Her trembling voice brings my attention back to her and I can’t help take in just how close she is to me. Her familiar scent— honeysuckle and brown sugar—fills my nose and I feel my cock springing to life in her presence.
She slips her foot an inch backward, as if trying to run away from me.
I tighten my grip around her wrist to keep her close.
“I should ask the same of you,” I demand. “Tell me right now. I’m not playing games with you.”
“Games?”
“Whose apartment is this?” I growl.
Emily crinkles her nose and stays silent. Right away, I know she’s not going to tell me anything. A police siren wails inthe distance, growing louder with every passing second. Errant Ferrata soldiers aren’t the only problems facing me right now.
