Chapter Eight
“Is she asleep?” Sergei asked from where he was sitting.
He didn’t bother turning around when he heard the door to the bedroom close. He had retreated to the outer sitting room of Dimitri’s bedroom where he could pour himself a stiff drink. His mind swirled with logical explanations that would make sense of the tortured questions the young woman… Rune… had asked of him before collapsing into sobs. She had cried as if her heart was breaking. Each wretched sound shredded a piece of his defenses. She had finally fallen into an exhausted sleep, curled up in a ball on the chair in front of the fire.
Dimitri had lifted her limp form and carried her to his bed. She hadn’t stirred as he laid her down on the soft covers and covered her. Sergei had watched as long as he could before
