Maggie dropped her head. Their love had been heady and all-consuming. She winced at the memory. How could she have ever loved him? Gregori read her mind. He stepped closer. The others parted as he stood at the edge of her desk, looking across at her.
“We were good once, weren’t we?” he said softly. “You were my angel for a while.” He leaned forward, reaching out his hand to stroke the side of her face. She closed her eyes.
Jack stepped in. “Don’t you dare touch her,” he bellowed.
Gregori dropped his hand to his side, the moment gone.
“There has to be a way of sorting this out, of coming to an agreement,” offered Pyke.
“No agreement. Are you kidding? I’ve waited for decades for this moment. You shouldn’t have told on me, Maggie. I will never forgive you for that. They sliced my face. They did this to me.” He thrust his scarred jaw at her.