Page 129 of Sweet Obsession
But I saw something dark crack beneath the surface.
He handed me the letter. His fingers brushed mine—stone cold now.
Withdraw. Do not attend the banquet.
You’ll lose the vote or your life—possibly both.
No matter who wears the crown, chaos will follow.
I won’t let her walk away twice.
Misha said nothing.
He didn’t need to.
The room had already shifted.
The fuse had burned to the end.
And tomorrow, someone would burn with it.
My vision swam.
My heart seized, like something inside had curled into itself.
I read the words again, hoping they’d shift. Disappear. Rewrite themselves.
They didn’t.
They just stared back, colder the second time.
Misha’s voice was quiet steel. “They’ve waited this long to make a move. This means they’re getting desperate.”
“Or bold,” I whispered.
His eyes met mine. “Both.”
I clenched the letters tighter until the paper crinkled. “Don’t sacrifice yourself for my sister.”
“It won’t come to that.” His tone darkened. “The Vargas Cartel, your father’s people, and Odessa have aligned to keep her hidden. Three cartels. That’s not a fight anyone walks into lightly.”
He stepped closer, voice lowering with every word. “But I will find her. I swear it. Before the forty-eight hours run out. You won’t lose anyone else. Not while I’m still breathing.”
His hand hovered at my shoulder—hesitating. Waiting. Like he didn’t know if I’d flinch again.
I didn’t.
Not outwardly.
But inside, something cracked.
He nodded once, almost to himself. “We’ll plan.”
“We?” My voice was smaller than I wanted it to be.
“Yeah. We’ll find her together.”
I didn’t answer.
