MasukTheo The elevator ride up to Harper's floor felt longer than the flight from Moscow. My hands managed to stay by myself but just wouldn't unclench.I hadn't said a word to Sergei since we landed. There wasn't a word built yet that could contain what I was feeling, words failed me but the actions in my mind I was definitely going to execute on Harper's jaw. I'd spent hours in the air staring at that photograph until the image had burned itself permanently behind my eyes, my brother's hand in my wife's hair, her face tilted toward his like she was actually considering it. Considering him.The doors opened and I stepped out, eager to execute my mission. I didn't wait for Sergei.Harper answered on the second knock, still in the same shirt from the photograph, sleeves rolled, a wine glass somewhere behind him on a table I could see past his shoulder. His hair was disheveled and it only activated all sorts of wrong images involving
Harper My penthouse had never felt this small and it was all because she was standing in it. Mirabella stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, arms still wrapped around herself out of habit more than cold now, watching the city glitter beneath us. She was staring ahead, into the nothingness. I poured two glasses of wine I doubted either of us would finish and told myself, for the hundredth time in three years, that I wasn't doing anything wrong. I wasn't. If my brother had exposed her the way he did and still couldn't protect her, I would protect her. She was my brother's wife. She was also, and had always been, the only woman who'd ever made me feel like the version of myself I actually wanted to be, instead of the version my family spent thirty years constructing out of expectation and money. I handed her a glass and went hard to light the fireplace. "You don't
Theo Her phone rang out for the fourth time, it rang all the way and still hit oblivion. I was nearly losing my freaking mind.I stared at the screen like it had personally betrayed me. Glaring at the little icon that read ‘calling’ and then ‘call ended’ my blood boiled but it didn't surpass the dread that washed through me. I'd tumbled over the question in the room over a hundred times.Was my wife safe?But she wasn't even taking my call to answer that.Four times. Four separate attempts to hear her voice, to know she was breathing on the other end of a line that stretched across an ocean, and four times nothing but the flat, indifferent tone of a call going nowhere."She's not picking up." I said it out loud, mostly to hear it confirmed by something other than my own spiraling head.Sergei was already moving, phone pressed to his ear, speaking low and fast in Russian to someone on the other end. He held up a finger — “wait a second.”I hated that finger with everything in me and
MirabellaThe fluorescent lights in the precinct buzzed above me. I wasn't sure what over stimulated me, the bad lighting or the incessant buzzing of telephones.If fish jump out of water, this is what it would look like.I sat on the hard plastic chair, arms wrapped around myself, watching Officer Reyes type my statement with two fingers like the keyboard owed him money. His plaque and badge had his name oddly bolder than the rest of the officers.He was still typing and every letter felt like an hour. I'd been here an hour already and I couldn't stop tapping my feet. I needed to go back. Back to my studio where I could breathe, even though it was unsafe currently. The incessant beeping sound was pulling me further from the one thing I actually wanted, which was to go back to my studio and see for myself that Antoinette was really gone, that I hadn't imagined the empty space. I kept thinking about Zoya. And the Minister's death."And you're certain nothing else was taken," Reyes sai
Theo.“There's actually something else you should see. I was going to wait until you'd had your sulk, but since we're doing honesty hour.”“I wasn't sulking.” I didn't even sound convincing to myself.He chuckled. “You were sulking beautifully. It was very moving. Oscar-worthy. I've never seen you like that before yet Mrs. Hartley was able to pull that off.”I folded my arms across my chest.He turned the phone toward me. “My contact in Moscow came through. The ones I told you about. ex-agency. Does a lot of quiet work for people who don't officially exist.”I sat up a little. “The documents.”“The documents.” He nodded slowly. “They surfaced two days ago. Someone's shopping them around a very specific, very expensive corner of the black market — buyers who deal exclusively in things that can end careers, marriages, and occasionally lives.”My stomach dropped in that particular way it always did when something I'd been trying not to think about refused to stay buried. “The ones taken
TheoAs at the previous day, I had no arrangements to travel out of the states but I couldn't bear her sneaking out of the house and walking on eggshells.Sitting there, in the middle of my study flipping through a book I couldn't make sense of, her words kept replaying in my head like a broken record. I was just like him.Like the same fucking Keith who caused her hurt. And the crazy thing is, I still didn't know exactly what he did, but the tremble in her body and the cold sweats was enough indication that Keith was a douchebag.I slammed the book shut, just then Sergei sauntered in holding up two steaming mugs.“I brought hot chocolate.” He said and set the mugs on the desk.I tsked, then glanced outside the window, taking in the blanket of white that covered the world below, “is it Christmas already?”“Ha Ha. Funny.” Sergei deadpannedI cracked a smile and took a seat.He turned the mug handle towards me. “It's freezing here in Siberia.”I slurped some of the thick hot liquid. It
Theo Father’s glass didn't quite make it to his lips, his eyes traced my gaze to where Harper stood with my wife. Her arms are folded in front of her. “You'll bore a hole.” I glared at my father. “I'll burn down everything if need be.” He cleared his throat. “You better keep that jealousy of yo
TheoI must have lost my mind to have let her out of my sight after almost losing control with her in that dressing room.Couples usually stuck together during their wedding reception but she fluttered like the most vibrant butterfly in the room. I loved to see her in her element, though she barely
Mirabella I needed air but even though I was breathing it wasn't enough. My throat had stretched so thin that air just couldn't pass through. The air pricked my throat, it couldn't pass through and the ones that did constricted my chest.The ache was dull at first but the pain began to pull, to te
I got down first and fastened my suit jacket. The entirety of this wedding would be a success only if I got the expression I wanted from my wife.My wife.I was watching her from the moment she stepped out of the car, she was distracted from the view, adjusting her train and eventually pulling off







