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The corner of Kezia’s mouth turned up in a slight smile. “Then sister, take your goblet.”
Tatyana took the ruby dishana from Tenzin’s hand and lifted it to the cheers of the Poshani. She didn’t look at Oleg. If she did, she might burst into tears.
She glanced at Vecchio from the corner of her eye as they cheered. “I am never going to forget this.”
She wasn’t sure if that was a threat or not.
She was pretty sure it was a threat.
Chapter 33
Oleg
Oleg strode toward Tatyana’s trailer, but there was already a company of Hazar stationed outside.
He halted and addressed the one who seemed to be in charge. “Please tell Tatyana le Tala that Oleg Sokolov requests an audience.”
The Hazar inclined his head. “Yes, Lord Oleg.”
Things were moving very fast. The night was still young, and Vano was being tried within hours. The vampire would be dead by dawn, and Oleg needed information.
And he needed to see her.
Oleg didn’t know what he was feeling, but there would be time to sort all of it out later. Right now he had a unique opportunity with the new terrin of the Poshani people, and he couldn’t?—
“Oleg?”
The moment she opened the door, he rushed inside.
“It’s fine, it’s fine!” She reassured the Hazar seconds before she slammed the door in their faces, and then she completely collapsed in his arms.
Oleg picked her up, carrying her to the sofa as she sobbed silent cries into his chest.
“They cannot hear me,” she whispered.
“I know.”
“I cannot let them hear me.”
His little wolf didn’t want to admit her fear to those who had chosen her.
“Shhhh. I have you.” Oleg held her in a fierce embrace, kissing the crown of her head, pressing his lips to her golden hair. “I have you. You’re fine.”
She could not stop crying, her body heaving with silent sobs.
He whispered, “Tatyana le Tala.”
Tatyana the Gold.
Someday she would appreciate the beautiful name they had given her, but as she wept in his arms, he felt her fear and her grief in the blood he carried within his own veins.
No one knew their connection, and they would have to be very, very cautious.
“Milaya,” he whispered, “you did the right thing.”
That only seemed to make her cry harder.
She was wrung out, and he tilted her face to his, hoping his kiss would give her strength. The kiss grew from a gentle reassurance to a desperate joining as she threw her arms around his neck and held him in an iron grip.
