Arkady studies me for a long moment. “I’ll be damned. You really do trust her.”
It’s not a question, but I answer anyway. “Yes.”
I ignore the implication. “What about Daniil? Any word from him?”
“Not yet.” He takes a long, thoughtful drag on his cigarette. “But if Anastasia isn’t going to be Mrs. Akopov anymore, does it matter?”
“It matters because we need the Petrovs contained. With or without the marriage alliance.”
Arkady nods, understanding. “I’ll keep tabs on him until he decides how he wants to play his cards.”
My phone dings with an update text from one of my men stationed at the hospital: Mrs. St. Clair is stable. Treatment proceeding as scheduled. No visitors besides medical staff.
I exhale slowly. At least that’s one thing going right. Rowan’s mother is still getting the c
