“You are Rurik’s mate,” the Russian dragon mused as he leaned in and inhaled Charlotte’s scent. She tensed, closing her eyes as he drew close enough to kiss her. He didn’t, but the invasion of her personal space was unsettling.
When he finally leaned away from her, she opened her eyes again. Luis, the man she’d head-butted, leaned against the closed door, watching her with black eyes. He’d brought her to an expensive high-rise structure in Moscow, newly built and mostly empty. She almost fainted at the height when she realized they were more than forty stories up in an empty corner office. She sat in a metal chair, but she wasn’t restrained. Why bother? She had no way to escape, except jumping.
Luis’s gaze raked down her body. “She reeks of Barinov.”
Dimitri Drakor didn’t seem nearly as
