My heart is racing and I flash back to the night all of this started. To Mikhail storming into my bridal suite, this dark, vengeful presence. I didn’t know anything about him then. As grateful as I was that he’d saved me from a lifetime married to Trofim, I was terrified. I had no idea what he would do or what he was capable of.
I’m just as terrified of him now.
I swallow past the fear. “Why don’t you? You clearly aren’t interested in having a family. If you were, you’d bother to show up when—”
He wraps his sticky hands around my throat and drives me back against the wall. I’m so shocked, I don’t even scream. I could. His hold on my neck is loose enough. But his hand is shaking. He’s working hard not to hurt me, and I have no clue when that control will snap. I don’t want to push him.
