“You watched,” I whisper. Until this moment, I couldn’t be a hundred percent sure. I thought I knew, I knew I knew, but I wasn’t positive. The confirmation makes me feel giddy and high.
Kir’s voice is an unholy rasp. “Every. f*****g. Second. That performance,” he murmurs against the skin of my throat as he leans in and slowly nuzzles the tip of his nose up behind my ear, “was the cruelest thing anyone has ever done to me. And I grew up with Lukas Lazarev as a father.”
A laugh punches out of me before I can stop it. He catches it with his mouth, kissing me deep and hungrily in the dark.
When we break apart, I’m breathing hard and gripping his tie in my fist. “You can’t just show up here,” I tell him. “This is my job.”
“I had a meeting with Rick.”
“Rick?” I grimace at the unfairness of
