Theo
“You can't take that project Mirabella.” I said pacing around my study.
I may have condoned it if it were not for the stunt Zoya pulled on the art minister.
Bella's arms were folded, her jaw set. “You will not tell me what to do?”
I rubbed my chin. “I'm trying to protect you. For goodness sake!”
“Protect me from what, Theo?” She dug her hands into her pocket and pulled them out again. “Exactly.” She said when I didn't respond. “You will stay quiet to the end.”
“Bella—”
“If you won't say anything to me then maybe the real danger here is you.”
Her words tore right through me, I winced visibly. She was right but it was the only way. I watched her for a second then approached her, we were a few feets apart and it took a lot from me not to touch her.
“Zoya isn't someone you want
