f**k. I’m under no illusions about what he wants. He wants my secrets. And if the last hour—not tomention the last two years—has taught me anything, it’s that Leo Solovev always gets what he wants.
But not this time. Not my secrets. Those I’m going to fight for.
“That’s a name you have to earn.”
“It’s a name that was forced on me,” I remind him. “By you and all the men who want me to claim itso they can claim me.”
“They’re too late. I already claimed you,” he growls. “I married you before Spartak Belov ever evenknew you existed.”
I give him a slow clap. “Congrats. You’re more of an asshole than he is.”
“I deal only in facts.”
“Then let me ask you something,” I say, stepping forward. “How long has she been working for you?”
I don’t like his smile. It’s all confident, all kn
