I slip out of bed and pad across the carpet. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, leaning over the chair he’s slouched in. “No, I was just missing you.” He presses a kiss to my wrist but there’s something about the distracted flutter of his lips that gets to me.
“Why aren’t you in bed? It’s late.”
“I just got home.” His voice is tired, somber.
I grip his shoulders a little tighter. “Is it done, then?”
Andrey’s head drops lower. “I disowned him in front of the entire Bratva.”
“It had to be done.”
I walk around him so I can see his face. “That’s not what I asked.”
He takes a deep breath. “It was harder than I expected it to be. Despite everything…”
“Not anymore.” His gaze slides to mine. Shadows have carved out hollows in his face. He looks haunted. “Natalia, there’s something I have
