Natalia’s POV
My teeth sank into the flesh of the hand covering my mouth before I could think. My attacker released me with a grunt, and I spun, finding a man standing behind me—in a guard’s uniform. Placing myself between him and the twins, I reached for the letter opener in my pocket—the only thing I had to defend myself—and lunged.
But he sidestepped me before I could reach him, and a familiar voice hissed, “Natalia, stop!”
I froze. That voice. I knew that voice.
The guard yanked off his helmet, revealing raven hair with gray at the temples.
Andrei.
No. No, it couldn’t be. I’d already fallen for this trick once. The Winter King was wearing Damon’s face. He could be wearing Andrei’s, too. Had he caught Andrei? Was he hurting him, just as he was hurting Damon?
“Get away from me,
