“If you don’t…” He lets his voice trail off as his eyes scrape over my skin. Being under his gaze feels like lying naked on an exam table. He might as well be standing over me with a scalpel. “Well, as disappointed as I’d be to see it happen, you can be replaced, sweetheart.”
“You can’t kill me. That’s what Ivan asked for, right?”
He snorts. “Ivan didn’t ask for a f*****g thing. He doesn’t care what happens to you.”
“Killed you?” Mikhail’s hand slides to my throat. “Because I’m having too much fun. If you want to live, make sure it stays that way.”
I swallow, my throat bobbing against his palm. I don’t want to think about what Mikhail’s version of “fun” looks like.
Then Mikhail drops his hand and steps back. “So you have a choice: come with me willingly and live. Or come with me unwil
