My half-brother is a rotten sheep in the family. I hoped I’d never see him again, but he came back on the day of my wedding. And the moment I ran into his hateful gaze, my life slid off the rails. I’m required to obey him. I’m required to follow his rules.
— You’re my property, forgot? — he said, deceptively gently stroking my cheek.
— Six years have passed! — I blurted out, almost crying.
— Exactly. Now you’ll do everything I tell you. Only when I tell you. And exactly the way I tell you.
— And if not?
— If not, everyone will learn the truth, — a cynical smirk curled at the corner of his lips. — You’re my property, Agniya,” Danil repeated. And this time, I didn’t object.