POV: Alessia De Luca
The silver blade stayed hidden beneath Alessia’s sleeve all morning. Not because she planned to use it but because she couldn’t stop thinking about why Cassian Volkov kept it beside his bed.
A weapon designed to kill wolves, a weapon designed to kill himself. The realization followed her through the fortress like a shadow.
Outside her bedroom, armed guards tracked every movement she made now. Volkov wolves, massive men dressed in black tactical suits beneath long winter coats. Cold eyes, silver weapons. Predators pretending to be human.
Cassian’s new orders were obvious. Protect her or contain her, possibly both because if rival families discovered instability inside the Volkov marriage alliance, eastern ports, oil routes, and private military contracts tied to the
