SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.
There was a way he looked at me….it made me feel both alive, and filled with a desire to run and hide….because I knew it was a hungry look…..Kirill wanted to eat me. I smiled nervously and cleared my throat to break the ice. “What am I to do?”
For a moment, he didn’t say a word; all he did was stare at me. “You said you wanted to fight like a Volkov… well, there's one thing you must know. You’re going to have to be as ruthless as possible.”
I nodded, filled with determination. “I don’t care; Sophia didn’t care about me, so why should I?”
“Good.” He whispered, caressing my cheeks slightly. The contact made me shudder.
All of a sudden, he whipped his phone out and spoke into it after a few clicks. “Release the feed, Mikhail.” He commanded.
I furrowed my brows i
