I smile, and he brushes his lips against mine, then possessively bites the lower one before he leaves and closes the door. He’s really an asshole. And I’m marrying this asshole. Oh my God. I’m actually marrying Kirill. Maybe I should think about this more or say no until I can process the consequences. If I marry Kirill, I can’t be his guard anymore, and I have to be a woman. If this gets out, then both of us will be in trouble and… I shake my head and open the suitcase.
