Here you are again, runaway.
Ruslan doesn’t even try to hide his pleased smile.
It changes nothing. You left. You left me and disappeared for five years. And during those five years I learned how to cope on my own. Without you.
I spit the words at his face, choking on anger. I’m afraid to breathe in his scent—and not be able to stand it. You can’t return to the past.
Played convincingly. But you have no choice. And it’s better that you don’t refuse my help.
***
Someone has declared a hunt on me—and they’re doing it too well. I’m being followed. I’m being cornered. I’m the target.
And now my only chance to survive is to accept Major Nechaev’s rules.
The man who was my first.
The one who left me five years ago.