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“Let go,” I said, voice low.
He chuckled and shoved me lightly against the wall, one hand pinning my arm above my head.
“Come on, bonita. Give me a little taste before he ruins you.”
My knee found his groin. Hard.
He gasped, stumbled.
I didn’t stop there.
I slammed my elbow into his face. Cartilage crunched. Blood spurted.
He reeled, furious, lunging back toward me—
And stopped.
Misha was behind him.
The man turned. He paled. Something in Misha’s eyes made his spine fold.
He took one look—and fled, wobbling like a broken puppet.
Misha looked down at the bloodied trail with mild disinterest, like he’d just swatted a fly.
Then he turned to me. Expression cold. Unapologetic.
“You’ve impressed me twice, malyshka,” he said quietly.
My heart hammered against my ribs.
I opened my mouth. No sound came out.
He stepped closer, until I could see the faint smudge of blood on his cuff.
“You play dangerous games with dangerous men,” he said softly.
The ballroom buzzed in the distance, music, laughter and lies.
Here, in the shadows, the real rules were being written in blood.
Misha reached out, brushed an invisible speck from my shoulder like he hadn’t just sentenced someone.
Then his gaze dipped to my lips, lingering like a warning.
“Smile when you walk back out there,” he said. “And fix your hair.”
Then he vanished into the dark—
Leaving me with a bloodstain on the wall, and a truth I wasn’t ready to face.
He wasn’t my savior. He was a storm dressed in silk.
Chapter 5
LUNA
Back at the grand hall. Something was wrong. I felt it before I saw it.
