One hundred and fifty-four

Talia's POV:

As I racked my brain trying to figure out how to diffuse the situation, Stones rose to his feet. "We can resume this tomorrow if you'd like," he said calmly, addressing Nicholas. I couldn't help noticing that, unlike most on the estate, Stones didn't submit to my husband. Instead, he spoke to Nicholas as an equal, his demeanor respectful, yet utterly self-assured. I caught a faint Russian accent in his speech, and it immediately struck me that he must be one of his high-end soldiers. Someone as important as Nicholas's organization.

"Yes," Nicholas said, getting up as well. His expression was still dark, but his voice was now smooth and even. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Stones disappeared, leaving us alone, and I slowly rose to my feet, my palms beginning to sweat. I didn't do anything wrong, but convincing Nicholas of that wouldn't be easy.