“—I have to go home,” I whisper, feeling guilty.
“Home?” Arthur curls his lips mockingly. “To the house from which this psycho threw you out barefoot and half-dressed?”
Shame sweeps over me at once, and tears threaten from the memories of the scandal with Gleb. Still, I need to go back—to try again to talk about the divorce.
Arthur leans in closer, invading my personal space. I can’t hold under that scanning gaze for long, so I drop my eyes to his lips. So alluring… I scold myself for these foolish thoughts and return to them at once.
“Varya,” he calls, so gently—as if he’s caressing my name with his voice. “I won’t give you to him.”