I shake my head. “I can’t be in love with her, man. I just… I f*****g can’t…”
“Because of your contract?” I narrow my eyes at him and he chuckles. “Let me ask you this; if Emma decided to walk out of your life today, would you fight for her or would you let her go?”
I open my mouth. A second later—I shut it.
I run a hand through my hair.
I breathe out sharply.
“Fuuuck!”
Kirill smiles. “Yeah. I thought so.”
67
RUSLAN
RUSLAN: ARE YOU AWAKE?
EMMA: Yes.
RUSLAN: Come to the door.
EMMA: Why?
RUSLAN: Because I’m outside.
A few moments later, she opens the door, ensconced in baggy sweats and a thick sweater. Her puffy eyes betray the fact that she’s been crying. Her tangled hair betrays the fact that she’s been tossing and turning in bed for a while.
“Ruslan, it’s late.”
I grab her
