❦ Rosalind ❦
My neck burned where Viktor’s grip had collared me. I raised my own hand to soothe the ache, my throat clogged with all the things I wanted to say. Every curse word I knew pulsed behind my teeth.
Somewhere deep inside, I knew it would come to this.
I felt so stupid letting myself fall into this trap. But how was I supposed to know that mere days later, my consigliere would be outed as my father’s murderer and I’d lose my family?
That look in his eyes, he knew he had me cornered. And there was no telling how long he’d wait before taking what he wanted by force.
But if there was anything I’d sworn to protect from his power-grubby hands, it was my hotel.
With a snarl directed more at myself than him, I snatched a free dress from the closet, packed some essentials, and left
