I try to pull away, but he holds me with a crushing grip. “No more running away. Not this time.”
“What do you want?” I hate the edge of panic in my voice. I hate it even more when Mikhail smirks.
“I want what was promised to me.” He drags me against him and holds me firmly by the hips. His fingers dig into my skin. “Don’t even think about fighting.”
He glances back towards the dark alcove behind him. It yawns open like a cave. I have the feeling that if I go in there with him, I won’t be coming back out.
So I hold still and meet his eyes. “I never made you any promises, Mikhail.”
“Didn’t you?” He grabs my left hand and holds it up, twirling my ring around my finger. “I put a ring here once, too. Does Ivan know that?”
Lie. Ivan as much as asked me earlier today in bed. I told him as m
