“If I were smart,” I grimace, “I’d take a page out of her book and kill a few husbands of my own.”
“You did try,” he chuckles darkly. “Didn’t work out for you too well.”
My cheeks redden. I ignore that. “Why should I be impressed by some woman I’ve never met?” I ask.
“Because she took control of her own fate. She refused to be a victim.”
“I don’t admire anyone in this world but my f*****g self, Willow. I thought you would realize that by now. But…” he adds, “we can always learn from others.”
“Fine, call it what you want. But aren’t the Mikhailovs supposed to be your enemies?”
“They are. But Anya Mikhailov has had nothing to do with her father’s decisions for a few decades now. She was not involved in the attack on my brother,” Leo says. “Make no mistake: she is still a Mikhailov. I w
