Page 145 of Kadra: The Unfeeling

I notice her hand trembling so I bring it close to my heart. “I’m alive,” I whisper hoarsely.

She looks away then nods, biting her bottom lip as if trying to hold the emotions in. “You’re alive.”

“And I love you, sister.”

Arianna lets out a painful breath and she looks as if she’s releasing the weight of the world. “I love you, Sirius. Always have and always will.”

“I love you too, stelina.” Mila beams and throws her arms around both of us pulling us closer for a hug.

“We did it!” She exclaims so lovingly it brings tears to my eyes. “The monster didn’t win!”

The monster didn’t win.

He sure as hell didn’t.

After a moment that feels like sweet eternity in my sisters’ arms, I pull back and look at them. “There’s something I need to do.” I look down at the rose in my hand and smile. A red rose. My Russian is a romantic at heart.

Arianna frowns, then whispers trying not to wake up the baby strapped to her chest. “What?”

Opening the box, I hold it in my hands to find an ear from someone who wronged me I’m sure, I smile wide. “My one day in the sun.”

“More like your one day in a turbulent storm,” Arianna mumbles. Oh, yes. She’s not particularly fond of Vitali but oh well. Her husband is not hot shit either. I much rather deal with the giant Irishman with a lack of manners than the president with a god complex.

“Oh hush, sister. He’s perfect for Sirius.” Mila rolls her eyes playfully at our big sister.

Arianna smirks then her eyes meet mine. “Go. It’s your time.”

It’s my time.

Finally.

* * *

Never in my life have I ever felt this nervous. I was not only nervous but my hands were sweaty and my heart was racing as I stood in front of his door.

I try to convince myself that if he didn’t want to see me he wouldn’t have allowed me to enter the building nor would he have sent all those gifts, flowers, or letters but he did and that is the reason why I push the nerves aside and knock on his door.

As I wait for him to answer I feel my heart skipping many beats.

Vitali Solonik is not only the man I’m crazy about but he is also my soulmate. I had always known that, and my soul had been without its mate for far too long. If it’s up to me and if he will have it, my soul will never be without him again.

The second he opens the door, my skin feels as if it were going to split open from the emotions shooting through me. My Russian looks good. He looks amazing. He put on more muscle than before and he let his hair grow out on top. He has a beard too, neatly trimmed. He looks more lethal than before if that is even possible.

He’s so handsome it makes my chest hurt.

My heart starts to beat a mile a minute as if it knows that its owner is so close. When he stands there just looking at me I can’t gauge his reaction. When it’s obvious he’s not going to say anything, I put every fear aside, and give him everything. Everything he deserves and all I held in my heart all these months.

I give him me.

The woman it took me a year to find.

The woman who is not afraid of the future.

Kadra.

Not the boss.

Just…me.

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