“I hate when you say my name like that,” I say desperately. “I know what’s coming.”
“It’s too dangerous. We have reason to believe that you’re in imminent danger.”
There it is again: the lack of distinction between Isaak and Maxim. It makes me uncomfortable, even though neither man deserves my loyalty.
“Isaak Vorobev has returned to the city,” Eric says gently, like he’s trying to break the news to me as softly as possible.
“Yeah,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I know.”
He goes ramrod straight. “You know?”
I nod. “He broke into my room the night before last.”
Eric stares at me for a long moment that’s prickly with tension. “Jesus Christ.”
“It’s fine,” I say, trying to alleviate some of the stress on his face. “I’ve told you before: Isaak would never hurt me.”
Physically, at least. I ad
