“Precisely.” He reaches up and runs the calloused tip of one finger down my cheek. “And what a pretty little carrier pigeon you are.”
I resist the urge to bite his finger clean off. Instead, I jerk away from his touch. “I’m not about to take anything to him without knowing what it is. So you can tell me now, or you can f**k right off.”
His eyes glow with annoyance. “You’ve got a bratty little mouth for a woman who—”
“A woman who has Kolya Uvarov’s ear,” I finish over him with a glower. “If you want his attention, then you need mine first.”
It has to be the dress giving me all this confidence, because I certainly don’t know where else it might be coming from. As we swing around the dance floor, I notice Geneva on the left side of the ballroom. She’s got her eyes on me, her expression pa
