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Nikolai
My clever zaychik. She does know me, no matter what she claims.
The little vial is already in my desk, the liquid inside ready to be sucked into a syringe and pumped into her veins. It’s the mildest, gentlest form of one of our special drugs, the dosage just barely enough to blur the edges of reality and lower a person’s inhibitions.
When I use it on Chloe, she’ll be aware of what’s happening, but she won’t object… because deep inside, she also wants this.
I know her by now as well.
Which is why I’m not surprised when she takes a breath and squares her slender shoulders instead of pleading or crying. “Fine,” she says, her voice shaking only slightly. “You win. But just so you know, I won’t forgive you if you go through with this. It will poison everything between us… just
