Page 90 of Corrupted Heart

I’ve met Dimitra twice now: once at a sit-down meeting involving the Drakos family and mine, and then again briefly at the engagement party. Both times, she’s been fairly cool to me.

Honestly? I’m not sure she likes me much. Which is fair, given my reckless actions made it so her grandson has to marry me.

“Not us. Just you.”

I stiffen, whipping my gaze to him.

“Wait, what?”

Kratos keeps his eyes on the road. “The Lord, and Dimitra Drakos, work in mysterious ways. You don’t have to worry, though. She’s harmless.” He turns to smirk at me. “Unless you make an enemy of her.”

I sink into my seat, apprehension washing over me as we make our way down Central Park West.

“Are we going to my place so I can change clothes?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. Ya-ya is expecting us.”

My eyes widen. “Like, right now?” I glance down helplessly at my attire: I mean, I’m in leggings and a long-sleeved warmup top.

“Don’t worry. She really won’t care what you’re wearing.” He lifts a shoulder, his eyes still on the road. “Besides, you look good.”

I can feel my cheeks simmer. My phone buzzes, and I open it to see some new texts on my “Ballet Bitches” chain with Naomi and Milena.

Naomi

You neglected to mention that he’s a freaking GIANT! :o

Milena

Seriously

Milena

Is he…“proportional”?

My face burns as I scrunch down lower in my seat, twisting the phone away in case Kratos looks over.

Naomi

OMG MILENA

Milena

Fuck you! We’re both thinking it! ANSWERS, B! We need answers!

Milena

8================D

Naomi

LMAOOOOO

Me

They’re called BOUNDARIES

Naomi

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