Page 101 of Shattered Altar (Makarova Bratva Duet)

“Was this your plan from the beginning?”

“Not in so many words. But I’m adaptable.”

She breathes deeply. Her eyes are locked on me, but I can see the gears turning in her mind. Searching for a loophole she won’t find.

Finally, she sighs. “Fine. I’ll stay here for a year. I won’t fight. I’ll be the obedient wife. But my family is off-limits.”

I nod. “Agreed.”

“Happy now?” she asks bitterly.

“Not quite,” I say. “There’s something else I want from you.”