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They’ll learn what it means to touch what’s mine. What’s ours.

The weight of her body against mine. The fragile swell of life between us. These are the things I’ll protect with everything I am.

Tomorrow, I’ll hunt them down.

But tonight?

Tonight is hers.

I press a kiss to her forehead, anchoring myself in the quiet. In the warmth. In the promise we’ve built from blood and survival.

She’s enough.

We’re enough.

And no one’s taking that from us. Not ever.

Chapter 28

The Line in the Sand

Vasiliyi

Morning light creeps in through the office windows, casting long shadows across the makeshift bed. Galina’s side is empty—blankets tossed back, the space cold. My eyes search the room until I find her curled up in my desk chair, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, gaze fixed on the street. She’s too still, too quiet. Whatever peace last night brought didn’t last.

My phone buzzes. Nikolai.

Of course.

I’ve been avoiding this conversation for as long as possible, but with Matvei still breathing and Vladimir circling like a vulture, I can’t afford to stall anymore.

“Brat,” I say, keeping my voice low so I don’t pull Galina out of whatever headspace she’s in. “It’s early.”

“Conference call,” Nikolai replies. “Igor’s already on. We need to talk strategy.”

I sit up with a groan, scrubbing a hand through my hair. “Let’s hear it.”

There’s a shuffle, and then Igor’s voice crackles to life. “Have you found Matvei yet?”

“No.” The word is a blade on my tongue. “He’s in hiding. Probably under Vladimir’s wing.”

“Then we need to smoke him out,” Nikolai says, and there’s a familiar edge in his voice I don’t like. Cold. Calculated. Ruthless.

I already know where this is heading.

“We all know what bait will work best.”

My grip tightens around the phone.

“Whatever you’re thinking?—”

“Use the girl,” Igor cuts in. “Vladimir wants her bad enough to get sloppy.”

“No.” The word growls out of me before I can rein it in. Galina turns from the window, her eyes locking with mine. Alert. Watching.

“Don’t be emotional,” Igor says. “We control the setup. Full security. If they come for her, we’ll be ready.”

“I said no.” I stand, pacing like a caged animal. “She’s pregnant with my child. I’m not putting either of them in the crosshairs.”

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