“But understand me now—you are a gravitational pull toward danger and chaos, and you are pulling on my daughter. Starting with the night she met you. In fact, I’ll wager that you’ve already planted the idea of her coming to Russia once she’s finished school.” Nero sees inside my head. He has the right idea, wrong timeline. I haven’t planted a seed—I’ve grown a tree. Sabrina wants to come, I know she does. But Nero’s influence is powerful—he’s here to chop that tree to the ground.
