“The hell?” Shane said when he realized Ilya had led him to his trophy room. Ilya just smiled at him. “No way,” Shane said. “Weird.” “Is it?” Ilya asked, trailing a finger along Shane’s jaw. “I thought you need a reminder, before our meeting tomorrow.” “Reminder of what?” Shane said faintly as he tipped his head to the side and closed his eyes. Ilya kissed just under his jaw, then in front of his ear. “Of who the fuck you are.”
