Page 90 of Bound By Hate (Born in Blood)

I just don’t know what I’m going to do about it yet.

He takes me home. “How was it for you?” he asks once we’re back in our bedroom.

The truth is that having sex with him was the most explosive, intense experience I’ve ever had. All I could think about was him.

And that’s exactly why I can’t tell him that. Aleksander said he wanted me for the challenge I am.

“It was fine.” I fluff my pillows and lay down.

“Just fine?” He pauses. “Well, I guess next time, I’ll have to do better.”

I’m already excited for the next time.

Sofiya calls me in the morning. “I wanted to say thank you for saving Mila.”

“Of course. How’s she doing?” Aleksander is at work, so I’m left to my own devices today.

“Shaken up still but grateful to be unharmed.”

“Good.” I’m still a little jealous Mila decided to move back in with Sofiya and Mikhail, even though she was kidnapped at their home. She chose that over living with me.

“So, I was thinking. I know things have been weird between us.”

“Haven’t they always been?”

“Is that a joke?”

I sigh, tossing my hair over my shoulder. “I can make jokes.”

“I was thinking the three of us could do something fun together, so I got us tickets to the ballet.”

My stomach drops to my feet. “The … ballet?”

“I thought you would enjoy it. Since you can’t dance right now, I thought this would be the next best thing. You need something to pick you up.”

“I haven’t watched anyone else dance since …” Since I had to stop when I broke my ankle.

“I know,” she says softly. “But I think it would be good for you. Ballet is something we’ve always shared. We could share it again, but instead of doing it, we’ll be watching it.”

The urge to vomit hits me again. All my fears come rushing back. I might never be able to dance again, and I don’t know what I’m going to do to survive that.

“So, are you in?” Sofiya asks, drawing me back to the present.

“I’m not sure.”

“Come on, Vik. It’ll be fun. Let’s do something as sisters. Come on.”

If I say no, then I’ll just look like a bitch to both Sofiya and Mila. I’m used to being the reason they never got to have fun growing up.

I don’t want to be the reason for it again.

“Ok,” I say.

“Great. The tickets were last minute, so they’re for tonight. See you then.”

“See you.” Numbly, I set my phone down.

And then I race to the bathroom and throw up everything inside my stomach.

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