The Price Of Their Name
fuzzy, the expensive cologne from last night still faintly clinging to the threads of my charcoal suit, which lay discarded on the floor. I had
y cold, demanding
hot and bitter, to scour the lingering shame and the unwanted thrill from my memory. I went thr
a text message. A knot tightened in my stomach. It was an unfamiliar number, but my heart ins
't them. It
v dinner kill you? Did you meet the hands
ha. Normalcy. A lifeline. I answered instantly, needing
wn voice soun
locked you in a vault. How was the family dinner? Did you survive the formal in
. overwhelming. Exactly as terrifying as them, actually. Arthur
ou use the dark fire in your eye
Very Volkov." I desperately wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to scream, I met the twins! One of t
here? Are they identical? Are they hot and
. "They were present," I said, trying to keep my tone neutral, professional. "Yes, they are twins. Very successful, ver
that family structure, Leo. Maybe flirt with
lkovs is entirely nuclear-grade, Sasha. I'm sticking to my studio and kee
tantly ran cold. The phone was still on the counter, and I cou
image of the black keycard-sleek, metallic
. Something just came up. A delivery, actually. Ver
Sotheby's send you a miniature ya
embling as I reached for the phone. I didn't car
t was from a new, unfamiliar number. But
HT. 2
thouse. You k
estions, just a command stamped with the authority of wealth and malice. 21:00. Nine o'c
use. I didn't know the building well, but the phrase itself screamed exclusivity a
t. I w
all, erase the evidence of their contact. But the immedia
nd horrified, flashed in my mind. The ruined wedding, the public scandal, the end
now the only thing holding me to thei
and the crushing weight of the Volkov name. The internal debate was over before it began. I had to go
**
t every brushstroke felt hollow. I was living on borrowed time, counting down the minutes
e, non-confrontational clothes a dark sweater, black trousers, anything that wo
catching my reflection in the dark glass. I
r's peace. I will pay the p
ender, I stepped out, found a cab, an
**
As the cab pulled up to the glittering monolith, I f
he security officer the code I had only just memorized, the code from the keycard ima
the familiar social floor. They opened onto a floor Leo had never seen. This was a pr
d the bronze door, my footsteps making no sound. I lifted my hand to knock, but before my kn
t, cold glow of the Manhattan lights. It was a m
w voice commanded, immediat
catching. They hadn't b
ng. Ivan was beside him, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, a soft
mooth and devoid of human warmth. "We don't enjoy delay, Leo.
e of Dmitri to the smooth, controlled wa
g onto mine with cold, absolute intent. "L