Considering his nature, Kirill doesn’t do anything without a purpose. Everyone and everything is part of a greater plan for him.
Maybe he did get tired of me and is now throwing me away.
Except…
If that were the case, why would he personally drive me?
“How did you know I was flying out?” I ask when he doesn’t answer my previous question.
Again, no reply.
My hands tighten in my lap, and a mixture of dark feelings—hurt, pain, and dissatisfaction—start to burst at the seams.
“If you were going to be this silent, you could’ve at least let Maksim or Yuri come along.”
Zip. Zilch. Nada.
I stare out the window to stop myself from being overly emotional and probably saying things I shouldn’t.
By the time the car stops in front of the airport, I’m ready to kill the crazy tension that’s bee
