The relief is much stronger than anything else.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. Mentally, I cross Nikita off the list of reasons for Yulian’s weird behaviorlately. It doesn’t leave me with much, but if nothing else, it leaves me with hope.
I turn back to her, much more at ease now. “Sounds like you’re all caught up.”
“That I am.” She steals two glasses of champagne and hands one to me. “So, wanna get out of here?”
I blink. “Like, ditch the party?”
“Oh, believe me, this isn’t the party. This is a corporate sausage fest. The real party’s downstairs.”
“You’ll see. It’s where Yulian hides all his actual friends.”
“I—” My gaze darts to the crowd, to where Yulian is. But the sea of suits remains unchanging. And the cold dread of runninginto Brad without him by my side—
