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She just moves on to planning dinner like we didn’t just crack open my brother’s fractured psyche in the middle of a war map.
Relief rushes in so fast it knocks the air from my lungs.
Relief and something else.
Pride.
Not the shallow kind. Not the ego stroke.
The kind that hurts a little because it’s tangled in regret.
How did I survive all these years without this woman?
How the hell did I walk around like I was whole, when everything I needed was a thousand miles away the entire time?
I almost laugh.
God help the Armenians.
Because they’re not just fighting me anymore.
They’re fightingus.
“We’ll need protection for you and Vasilisa,” I say. My voice is steadier now.
“Add Katya,” she replies immediately pointing at Maksim’s sisters name on the board.
“Katya’s staying in Vancouver,” I tell her. “Then heading to Russia for the next few months.”
Scarlet nods once. “Fine. Then it’s me and Vasilisa.Together. Don’t split us up.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“Good.” She starts uncapping the marker again. “We’ll need a safehouse. Not one of the usual's.”
“Agreed.”
“Warehouse, industrial zone, off-grid.”
“Only a handful of men know the location,” I add.
She nods. “And not just guards. Men who’d die for you.”
I look at her.
“No,” I say. “I need men who’d die foryou.”
She smirks, her eyes lighting up.
“Then you’ll have to call Luciano, most of his men would die for me whether you like it or not.”
And for once it doesn’t make me jealous. if she’s safe that’s all that matters.
***
She’s in the bathroom, brushing her teeth with the door half open.
Domestic.
