“Exactly. I can’t let you do it,” I tell her.
“What if Grace wasn’t alone?” Damon interrupts.
“Keep talking,” Brooks says.
“If we could guarantee no harm would come to her, would that help?”
“Yes,” Grace says.
“No,” I say.
“You can’t guarantee that, Damon,” Sophie says.
“Maybe not one hundred percent, but ninety-eight or ninety-nine.” His face lights up, excited by his plan.
“What are you talking about?” Brooks asks.
“We have access to the latest technology, thanks to Tomas. I’m sure Maxim has some stuff too. We’re talking next-level James Bond kind of stuff. I could also create something specifically for Grace to keep her safe.”
“We don’t have time to test the tech, the ball is next week,” I tell him.
“We can stay here and work on the tech. I’ll work around the clock if this means we can destroy Dmitri,” Grace says enthusiastically.
“I can get what the kid needs,” Sergei says to me in Russian.
“You’re honestly thinking about this plan?”
“It’s the only plan that makes sense. You want to build a future with Grace always looking over your shoulder for Dmitri?”
“We won’t have a future if he fucking touches her.”
“Look at all these people in the room. Do you seriously think they would let anything happen to her?”
“I can’t believe you’re considering it?”Zoe pipes in, surprising Sergei and Me.
“You speak Russian?”
“Yes. I was a language major,” she answers in perfect Russian.
Huh. Didn’t know that.
“Would you all stop speaking Russian, please? It’s rude,” Grace complains.
“Is there a way to get us into the party too?” Brooks asks, changing the subject.
“There’s no way in hell you can go. They know your face and same with you Damon and Tad,” Sophie reminds them.
“They would shoot you on sight,” I tell him.
“What about me.” Sophie stands up.
“Fuck, no, sugar. There’s no way in hell you’re going in there, plus Dmitri already knows your face from the interview you did with Mateo and Tomas when Zoe was missing,” Brooks reminds her.
“Fuck,” Sophie curses as she sits down.
“I don’t think any of my family should go. They would distract me,” Grace states.
“They can’t distract you if you’re not going,” I bite back.