Page 32 of Sinful Promise

“Isaak might be dead, but if Igor’s taken an interest in Emily, he won’t be the last man he sends. She should know what she’s facing.”

“And have her living each day terrified for her life? Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“No, but?—”

“If you can’t keep your mouth shut about this, Danil…”

“I can keep my fucking mouth shut. I just don’t like the position I’m being put in. I hate the idea of lying to Emily.”

“Well, you’re going to have to get used to it. Now we know Igor is involved in all of this; it’s even more important that you don’t take your eyes off Emily. No matter what.”

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EMILY

My legs are trembling so badlythat it’s a miracle I’m still standing.

What if Dimitri doesn’t catch this guy? Or worse, what if he does and something happens to him?

I know Dimitri is more than capable of taking care of himself, but this guy isenormous. If he manages to gets his hands around Dimitri’s neck, it will all be over.

My stupid mistake might have just cost Dimitri his life.

A strangled sob escapes me, and I tighten my arms around Zara.

Will she be able to forgive me if something happens to her husband?

“It’s going to be okay, Emily.”

I sob into her shoulder. “You don’t know that.”

“No, but standing around here freaking out about this isn’t helping. Why don’t you go get some clothes on, and I’ll call Mom and Dad to tell them dinner is postponed.”

I almost forgot that I’m wearing nothing but a towel.

“Oh, my god.” I groan, pulling away from Zara and staring down at myself.

“What?”

“Dimitri saw me in a towel.”

“Emily, we have bigger problems to worry about. Come on, go put some sweats on, and then I’m taking you back to the penthouse.”

“What? Why?”

“Because none of us is going to sleep knowing that there’s some psycho out there. So, until all of this is taken care of, you’re staying with us.”

For once, I don’t argue with my sister.

The thought of being alone in this apartment scares the crap out of me, and while I would usually call Danil and ask him to come over, he would immediately know that something is wrong, and I don’t want to tell him what happened.

Not just because I hate the thought of him knowing how irresponsible I was, but because I know he’ll try to go after this guy himself.

If something happened to him because of me…

The thought has my eyes stinging with tears once again, so I quickly head into my bedroom before Zara notices.

When I emerge from my closet wearing a matching pink sweat set, I find my sister standing at the open window and staring down at the street below.

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