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“You haven’t mentioned your sister once. And you don’t have photos of her anywhere—is she—where is she?”

“I keep my sister a secret. I don’t want anyone to be able to use her against me. She is not a tool, she is a beautiful, incredible person who deserves to live free of the choices thatI made.My lifestyle isn’t her fault, and I don’t want to drag her into it. So—no one knows about her.”

“No one?” Ruslana asks in shock.

“No one,” I shrug.

She goes quiet for a moment, then snuggles back against my shoulder. “I will keep your secret, Avraam. Thank you for sharing that with me. Tell me about her. Was she a terror like I was to my brothers?”

I laugh, remembering pieces of my childhood and sharing the stories with Ruslana until late into the night.

We talk until we are both exhausted, and she falls asleep wrapped up in my arms—where I always want her to be.

Chapter 20 - Ruslana

I am in a dangerous place with my emotions.

My heart is doing things it definitely should not be doing.

Yet, I am powerless to stop what’s happening.

I’ve made some bad choices in my life—and I’ve made some stupid mistakes. Instead of doing that again and assuming that I’m falling in love, I should just accept this for what it is—lust.

Itcan’t be more than that.

What kind of idiot would fall in love with the man who had her kidnapped—twice?

I huff loudly, slamming the book closed because no matter how many times I read that paragraph I can’t remember what it says.

All I can think about is Avraam.

I want to spend all of my time with him—but in the back of my mind the truth is taunting me—soon I will go home, and I won’t see him again. That scares me. My heart aches when I think about it.

My stupid, reckless heart.

“Ugh. I’m such an idiot,” I mutter to myself, standing up and leaving the comfort of the library armchair.

Well, I guess there is only one thing I can do.

Enjoy whatever time I have with him—and make the most of it.

It takes me a while, roaming through the mansion, before I find him outside on the patio.

He slides his phone into his pocket, just ending a call.

“Come clubbing with me again tonight?” I ask, walking towards him.

He tilts his head, thinking about my request.

“Mm. I think—you took me out last time—let me take you out somewhere this time.”

“You are going to plan something?”

“Yes.” He glances at his watch. “Be ready in two hours.”

I grin, wiggling my hips in excitement. I love a good surprise. I wonder if he is good at arranging surprises.

I guess I will find out soon enough.

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