“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I give it a second’s thought,” I snarl. I give each of the Sokolov men a withering glare. “Keep your f*****g hands away from my family.”
Without another word, I turn to leave. Yasha follows.
“We didn’t learn anything,” he warns as we march down the hall.
The Sokolovs approached Cora last night at the club. Their names have popped up too many times for it to be a coincidence. If they plan to make another move on Cora, I’m going to beat them to the punch.
“Okay. So what’s our move now?”
“We exterminate these f*****g cockroaches.”
“I cannot believe you live here.” Jorden kicks back in the deck chair and surveys the sprawling grounds.
We’ve been sitting outside since she arrived. Niles brought out a tray of fruit and cheese, and you would have thought
