Cora gasps as Yasha nods.
“She has no clue what happened last night.” He smiles in wild disbelief. “After the attack, I figured Mikhail would call and warn her. But I got back here and she was still in bed. Then she woke up this morning and… business as usual.”
“Why didn’t you get rid of her?” I demand.
Yasha gives me a s**t-eating grin. “I thought you might enjoy the honors.”
When I process what he’s suggesting, my grin spreads wide to match Yasha’s. “You thought right.” I turn to Cora. “Stay behind me.”
I kiss her hard and fast before I step into my own house, slamming the door behind us to make sure the sound echoes. Cora stays tucked away between me and a pillar in the foyer.
It only takes a few seconds before I hear the click-clack of heels on the tile. Or maybe it’s cloven hoov
