“Although I’ve lived in the same house as Ronan for weeks now, and I haven’t heard him talk much about you either.” I frowned in thought. “Absolutely silly,” she agreed with a hint of satisfaction. “It would be silly for me to not understand.” I might have been the silent wallflower among them, but the position only gave me the opportunity to observe. I’d been surrounded by jaded high society women my entire life. I am sure you understand why you may not be Ronan’s favorite topic.” She glanced away with an awkward laugh and waved the hand holding her fork. When she shifted, I realized she was growing uncomfortable beneath my stare. She was a natural beauty, but fakeness oozed from her like cloying perfume.
She looked at me like she was seeing me for the first time and feigned an apologetic pout. The awkward silence must have alerted Nadia to the fact she’d hit a nerve-not that she didn’t already know. If they had such a strong relationship, where was she last night when he was bleeding out? I stared at her impassively even as her words stomped on my heart: the fact my papa was the one who indirectly shot Ronan, and the inexplicable detail Nadia had been with him yesterday. I cannot believe that boy had the nerve to shoot him.” Then she added flippantly, “Though we all know it was Alexei who hired him.” Aloof, she rubbed a liberal amount of butter on her pancakes. “I came to check on Ronan after what happened yesterday. Nadia’s perfect brows furrowed in concern. “I’m sure your French cook is just as good as Polina.” “So what brings you here, Nadia, other than to give gifts?” Gianna sipped her tea. Nadia smiled before saying, “God, I am famished.” Without another word, she began to load her plate with the bliny that weren’t rainbow-colored, apparently oblivious to the tension in the air.
The only thing Ronan would do with a scarf was strangle someone with it. Unfortunately, a Russian winter is the coldest of them all, and Mila soon learns the only way to escape intact is to do the impossible and thaw her captor’s heart.We both stared at her. But it doesn’t take long for his caress to become a rough grasp muffling her screams. One with unexplained wealth, tattoos on his hands, and secrets in his eyes. She never expected to fall for a man on the way. Suffocated by the rules and unanswered questions, Mila does what she’s always wanted to. Not about her papa’s absences or his refusal to let her set foot in her birthplace-Russia. Having always done what is expected of her, Mila dresses the part, only dates college boys with exemplary backgrounds, and doesn’t ask questions. She refrained from telling her it would be literally while Mila ran for her life. "A fortune teller once told Mila she’d find a man who would take her breath away.
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