Page 138 of Satin Princess (Stepanov Bratva 2)

“Go home, Chris,” I tell him gently. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

“You know what, Jessa?” he says, looking more disappointed than I’ve ever seen him. “Don’t bother calling me at all.”

“Chris—”

“No, we’re done.”

I bite my bottom lip, trying to hold back the emotions threatening to spill over. “Don’t do this.”

“I didn’t do a goddamn thing,” he barks at me. “You did.”

He turns away. I want to stop him. I want to grab him and force him to listen to me, to work this out.

But it’s no use.

Because if I’m going to walk into the underworld with Anton, I can’t take Chris with me.