Bind Me

She’s expecting me to push for information, and her fear is like gasoline on the flames of my fury.

pencil I’ve been toying with during the call snaps in my hands, the crack startlingly loud in the pause during the conversation

Or he might’ve been older—an instructor or an already-trained agent. Kirill couldn’t have been the only one who noticed the ugly duckling blossoming into a swan.

The mere thought of that fills me with murderous fury. Who is he? Another operative from her agency? Someone she met during her training, perhaps?

I’m not going to turn on you once I have this information—you have my word on that.”

Her eyelashes sweep up as she meets my gaze. “So what are you going to do if I tell you about them? What’s going to happen to the agency?”

Yulia.” I stroke her cheek with the back of my fingers. “Sweetheart, they don’t deserve your loyalty. They ruined your life.

She looks down into her cup, her body language all but screaming for me to back off.

She may smile at me, cook for me, and willingly take me into her body, but she still doesn’t trust me one bit.

Warm color sweeps over her high cheekbones. “I’m not exactly Helen of Troy.”

Would you like some tea?” she asks, rising to her feet. “I saw there was some Earl Gray in one of those boxes.”