“f**k,” he muttered, his voice soft, his eyes meeting mine.
“Let’s go,” I said, tugging him towards the door.
“Little wolf,” he said, his voice hoarse.
I looked at him, giving him a small smile. He gave me a hard kiss then tucked my hand on his arm and we went to the conference room Mikhail had set up. I heard angry voices as Nikolai slammed the door open. We swept into the room, as regal as a king and queen, my eyes icy as they drifted over the occupants who’d gone suddenly mute.
Sorry, we’re late,” I said, my voice haughty, and filled with contempt. I pinned my gaze on Anton as I felt Alexei and Dmitri immediately move to my sides, flanking me, Nikolai stood behind me while Mikhail moved to stand before me. It was a blatant show of power and protection. meaning anyone had to go throu
