Shura’s hand drops along with his face. His anger drains away, and his voice wobbles in a way I’ve never heard before. “Kat, baby… you can’t.”
“I can. I’d do anything for Natalia. Do you think that’s changed just because you and Andrey entered our lives? We’ve had each other’s backs long before you two showed up.”
Shura reaches for her, but stops himself when she levels him with a glare. “If you think I’m going to let you get anywhere near Nikolai Rostov—”
“I’m not planning on getting anywhere near Nikolai Rostov,” she interrupts. “I’m planning on getting close to Viktor.”
Oh, for f**k’s sake. She might be right.
As much as I understand Shura’s fury, Katya is onto something.
“Viktor knows you’re Natalia’s friend,” I remind her. “Why would he trust you?”
“Because as far as he knows,
