“So,” I say, fixing Adrik with a cool stare. “When are you going to tell me why you’re really here?” If I’ve surprised Adrik, he gives no sign of it. He simply smiles, lifting his brandy and swirling it gently so the amber liquid rotates lazily within the glass. “Why do you think?” he asks. I consider the options. At first I assumed he was here to fuck me, but he’s put in too much effort. I don’t believe in anything as stupid as love at first sight, and even if I did, the Bratva aren’t romantic. Which leaves only one possibility, as surprising as I find it … “You want me to join you in
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