“Last chance to be useful, printsessa.” He steps closer, tips my chin with the edge of the blade. “Come work for me. Be mywoman on the inside. Together, we’ll make Yulian pay for all he did to us.”
The way he says us makes me recoil with nausea. Like he thinks we’re the same. Like we’ve both been scorned, abandoned,and because of that, we’re entitled to ripping his life apart.
Like I’d ever want to.
“If you won’t do it,” he adds, voice taking on a dangerous note, “then I’ll just have to do to you what I did to that b***h Kira.And I won’t spare the little Lozhkin inside you, either.”
My blood goes cold. “It’s not—”
“Oh, it is,” he croons. “Don’t lie to me, Euphemia. I’ve been watching you both for longer than you’d care to know. You neverlet that pathetic blondie touch you, even after
