He considers that for a second. “Call it whatever you want, but as long as you’re a good girl and do as you’re told, your bastard will stay alive.”
Dante isn’t a bastard. Mikhail and I are married. Our relationship is more legitimate than anything I’ve ever had with Trofim.
But I keep that to myself as Trofim brushes my hair away from my forehead. “It’s a good offer, Viviana. It’s more than you’ll get from anyone else now that you’ve let my brother ruin you.” He stops in the door, a wicked smile tugging the corners of his mouth. “Think it over.”
The door to my cell slams shut.
“I’d ask where you’ve been all afternoon, but the smell tells me all I need to know.”
I flip my brother off and grab my water bottle from the counter. “I only came back for this.”
I would’ve stayed in the gym u
