Page 57 of Twisted Fate

I was wrong. I’m not alone.

In the shadows of the room, I see a dark outline sitting in a chair, facing me. Watching me.

He rises to his feet and draws nearer, and I realize that it’s Leo.

“Good morning,” he says, his tone cold, boding nothing good.

“What are you doing in here?” I ask. Then hesitate, remembering whose boat this is. “Sorry for how rude that sounds, but I’m not used to waking up with a stranger watching me.”

It’s creepy, I think. And weird. And deeply unsettling.

“I’m not a stranger,” he replies. “I’m Damian’s brother.”

“You’re a stranger to me.”

“You’re not wrong,” he acknowledges. “I have a few questions for you, Alina.”

A shiver runs through me. I don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce what Leo Russo wants to ask me.

“Where’s Damian?” I ask.

“Not here.”

“Where is he?” I press.

“He’s not going to save you, Alina, if that’s what you think,” Leo says. He leans against the bedpost, his hands in the pockets of his black jeans.

“Do I need saving?” I ask as evenly and calmly as I can.

“That depends on your answers right now.”

“I’m in bed.”

“Yes, you are. So get up.”

“I’m naked.”

“Your point?” His gaze is as cold as a snake’s.

“I don’t think Damian would like you in here right now.”

“Really. And why’s that? You think he’d be jealous?” He scoffs. “Don’t for one moment overestimate yourself, Alina. My brother doesn’t give a steaming shit about you other than being his latest fuck.”

My cheeks warm, partly from anger, partly from hurt. “Charming.”

“Just telling the truth.”

Is it? Am I just a fuck for the mafia prince who’s made me crave him, made me care about him, despite my better judgment?

“I’m going to need you to leave so I can get dressed,” I tell him firmly, “but I’m happy to answer any questions you might have for me later.”

“You’re fine the way you are,” Leo says, and the way he looks at me chills my blood.

I want to tell him to fuck off, but fear freezes my tongue. I don’t know him. All I know about Leo Russo is that he’s the current boss—the dangerous head of the Russo syndicate, or whatever it’s called.

If Damian is a demon, then that means Leo is Satan himself.

He could kill me, and I won’t be able to do anything but scream. And it seems as if Damian will be no help to me. Maybe he left the room so Leo could have some one-on-one time with me. The possibility makes me both heartbroken and afraid.

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