Page 74 of Wrath
“And when Wrath comes, the rest of them will, or did you not think that was relevant to tell me?”
Dimitri didn’t give a flying fuck about the Deadly Seven. He wanted the city. He wanted it to choke. He wanted Misha to watch. Watch me lay waste. Watch my strength. He was just as good as she—better, even.
He snarled at Falcon. “You said you wanted the man. I’m delivering him. Debt paid. You didn’t say I had to deliver him on a silver platter.”
“Facing the Deadly Seven at once was not on my agenda.”
“Relax,” he crooned, eyes sliding to the large terrarium containing his snake. Its big length slowly coiled around a small animal, constricting with patience. “The second stage of our plan is currently being set in motion. The rest of the seven won’t be an issue.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Need I remind you I want most of them alive?”
Angry eyes snapped to her. “You give me this arm, you pay me money, you give me followers, all so you can get your hands on the blood of one man. I am not so stupid that I will kill these others. They will be occupied. Though why you don’t just take them does not make sense.”
“We don’t pay you to make sense of our plans.”
“Da,” he replied. “You pay me to make mayhem.”
He stalked to his desk and bent to inspect the CCTV monitors, effectively dismissing her. The club was about to open, and he needed it to look real.
Falcon moved to the exit, paused, and turned back to him. “We gave you power, Dimitri. We can take it away.”
His top lip curled at her threat.
When she left, he went back to the tank and wrapped his mechanical hand around the snake’s head and squeezed, watching curiously as the hunter became the prey. At the last moment, before he did lasting damage, he released and dropped the snake.
He’d like to see her try to take his new power away.
Thirty-Four
Unable to leave,Misha hid in the bathroom, puking up the lovely breakfast Wyatt had made her. Didn’t feel so lovely the second time round. All the panicked thoughts whirring through her mind made her even more nauseous. Alek. Her sweet Alek. The kid didn’t even know how to tie his own shoes until he was eleven, and he was afraid of the dark. When you couldn’t hear, or speak, the darkness was a frightening place. If he’d been caught, if they’d put a blindfold on him…
She gagged into the toilet and a new wave of panic engulfed her. Why so sick suddenly? Her period was late because it always was, no need for her mind to gothere. She had a contraceptive implant in her womb, and it had only just been put in a few months earlier. She didn’t feel like she had a virus, so it had to be the pancakes, or the apple. Surely. There was no other reason for her unexplained sickness. None at all.
Then why did I call for Grace?Because whatever this was, she didn’t have time for it. She had to find her brother. Wiping her mouth, she flushed the toilet and checked her appearance in the mirror.Good God, girl, you look rough. Eyes all watery. Pale as hell. And the queasiness did not go away.
A knock came at the door, and then Grace’s sweet voice. “Misha? Are you okay?”
“Are you alone?” she asked.
Muffled voices talking—Wyatt was still there.
Oh, God. Burning behind her eyes had her squeezing them shut. This was all looking so bad, and she didn’t have time for it.Alek. She took a deep breath, steeled herself and then plastered a smile on her face. She was fine. Nothing to worry about.
She opened the door. “Sorry, false alarm. No period. All good.”
Wyatt, who had been walking away at that point, spun around with concern etched over his face.
Dressed in baggy sweats, Grace held her doctor kit in one hand and swept a stray dark hair from her ponytail with the other. It appeared as though she’d just gotten out of bed. Grace darted a glance between Wyatt, Misha and the bathroom, her shrewd eyes inspecting.
“I’m sorry we got you out of bed, Grace. I’m feeling much better now.” Misha looked to Wyatt. “Did you find Alek?”
His expression shuttered. “He’s at The Kremlin.”
“You know so soon? Are you sure?”
“Sloan tracked his phone while I waited for Grace to get out of bed. It didn’t take long.”
“At The Kremlin. Why?” she asked, fear gripping her heart tight. “Why would he go there?”
