The doors ping open and Misha walks out. I follow him because I don’t know what else to do. When we arrive at his office, he turns to Nikolai.
“Nikolai, go and grab Mrs. Orlov’s things from her office. We’re heading home.”
Nikolai nods and hurries off. “Of course, sir.”
“What are you doing?” I balk, following him into his office. “I still have work to do.”
“Paige!” he erupts, the desperation in his silver eyes piercing through my indignation. “Give and take, remember? Now is the time for you to take. And to do it silently.”
And I see it now: how much he needs to cloister me away behind his high walls and his fortified security. It may not solve the problem forever, but it’ll help today. It will bring him a moment of peace.
“Okay,” I say softly. “Let’s go home.”
“What are you doing?”
