The world stopped spinning for a second.
It was like all the air had been sucked out of the atmosphere, and I was suspended in a vacuum. That sleek black car—so polished it mirrored the skyline—pulled up as if summoned by fate. And then… him.
Aleksandr.
He stepped out like a shadow materializing into flesh. Every inch of him exuded power—his charcoal-gray suit crisp, expensive, and tailored to a body forged by both blood and war. His sharp jawline hadn't softened, nor had the glint in his stormy gray eyes. It was the look of a man who never lost. Who never intended to.
My heart betrayed me.
It fluttered with the kind of excitement that disgusted me. The kind of familiarity I didn’t want. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, sucked in a breath of city air, and when I opened them, I reminded myself of reality.
I was no longer trapped in that dark, golden cage he had built for me. I was home. Free.