“Sooo predictable.” He drags out the “o,” rolls his single eye all the way back in annoyance. “You’re all the same, really. It’salways ‘who are you’ but never ‘how are you.’ Honestly, it’s kinda rude.”
“It’s kinda rude to stalk people, too.”
“Stalk you?” He huffs another laugh, but this one rings out all wrong. Distorted—crazy. “Oh, printsessa. It was never you I wasfollowing. But I’m glad he led me back to you.”
“If you’re here for Brad—”
Cold dread settles in my stomach. “Yulian.”
He bares his teeth, grinning like a fox in a henhouse. “Bingo.”
A wave of protectiveness washes over me. For Eli, for the child in my belly—and for Yulian, too.
“You don’t want to cross him,” I growl. “You have no idea how strong he is. He’ll end you before you can even get close.”
“End me?” His laught
