Anastasia’s eyes bug out. “Well, shit.”
Daniil joins us a minute later, his eyes scanning the room anxiously before settling on me. “You look like s**t, Rowan.”
“I mean you look like you haven’t slept in days.”
“Sleep is a luxury I can’t afford right now.” I lean forward, dropping my voice. “I need your help. Both of you.”
Anastasia’s perfectly manicured fingers tap against the table. “What kind of help?”
“The kind that involves your father.” I lock eyes with Daniil. “And your loyalty to my husband.”
Daniil’s jaw tightens. “My loyalty is to Anastasia. Not to Vincent.”
“But it’s his protection keeping you both alive.” I take a sip of my bitter coffee. “How long do you think you’d last without his guards, his connections, his resources?”
“Is that a threat?” Anastasia asks.
“No. It’s
