Sergei closed the door. “These are the officers sent to keep you safe. They will be joining the show.”
“Vy I should care?” Her Russian accent was thick as well.
“So you’re not taking the threat against you seriously?” Ridley asked.
Anastasia shrugged. “Other performers are not allowed in my room. Please go, idiot American lawmen.”
“I admire you greatly,” Ridley told her. “But even if I didn’t, I would do my best to protect you and Mikolas.”
The ice princess made a gagging sound and then spit on the carpet. Three seconds into their relationship, Rocco could very easily see someone wanting to kill her.
“Perhaps Royal could pose as your lover,” Sergei suggested.
“He is too short.”
“You’re the same height.”
“Hey!” Rocco took offense. He was at least an inch and a half taller than the tiny, little skater, at least whilst she was lying down.
“This is how we will proceed—like it or not.” Sergei told them both.