Page 150 of Wicked Savage

“I can’t believe you!” My frustration boils over as I pace back and forth in the cold, sterile laundry room I’ve found. “How could you let him bring me here? I have a life, Konstantin! I have stuff. My things aren’t even here.”

“Your things are being packed and sent as we speak.” He’s annoyingly calm, making my blood simmer.

“That doesn’t change anything!” My pulse races, the walls closing in. “You told me the wedding was in a week. I should be home right now, not stuck here.”

“Dorogaya, you only have yourself to blame. You thought you could marry another man and get away with it? You thought you could escape the reality of what’s been set in motion?”

I feel the heaviness of his words sink deep into me, but it only fuels my anger. “I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to marry him. How many times do I have to tell you this?”

“I know he hurt you.” His tone softens, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. “But he’s trying to make amends, Dinara. He cares about you. No man waits for a woman for so long unless he feels something strong.”

A sharp pang hits my chest.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe Cillian does care.

But it doesn’t erase what he did. What he said. I can’t trust him again, and trust means everything in a relationship.

“He could change his mind about me at any moment. What then?”

“Then we take care of it,” Konstantin says, amusement clear in his tone.

I scoff. “Be serious.”

“I am serious. If he ever hurts you, he’ll answer to me. You know that.”

I blow out a tired breath. “I do.”

But it doesn’t ease the fear clawing at my insides.

“There’s one more thing you need to know.”

I brace myself. “What now?”

“He asked to move the wedding up.”

“What?! No!”

“It’ll be a small, intimate ceremony at your new home in three days.”

Three days.

My heart slams in my chest, each beat louder than the last. “No! You can’t do this.”

“It’s already done. In three days, you’re a Quinn.” His words are final.

My world spins as the reality crashes into me. “I don’t even have a dress!”

“He’s arranged that too. You have an appointment in New York tomorrow.”

“This is insane! I know no one here. I’ll be alone.”

“You’ll make friends. The Quinns are friendly. You’ll like them.”

I shake my head, sarcasm dripping from my words. “Thanks for the happy news.”

“This will be good, Dinara. You’ll see.”

I don’t believe him. Nothing about this marriage can possibly be good.

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