Even Maksim and Yuri, who are my closest friends, feel so distant right now. They’re loyal to Kirill, not to me.
Maybe my efforts to belong to that loyalty circle are futile, after all—
My thoughts are abruptly cut off when a large, strong hand envelops mine.
Kirill’s.
I’ve always noticed how big and veiny his hands are, but to actually have one of them crushing and dwarfing my own is entirely different.
Just like earlier when he bit my ear, he catches me completely off guard, and I’m not sure how to react.
My internal temperature hikes up, though, and my heart thunders in the confinement of my rib cage.
Kirill, however, ignores me. He’s looking at the front seats with his easy expression, even as he pushes down on my hand.
It’s then I realize that my knee is bouncing and I slowly
