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“A child won’t fix things,” Olena says as if reading my mind. “Only create complications.”
“I have things under control. Audrey Wolfe will give me a child, and he or she will be raised within the empire, Olena. Their life will be different than mine—thanourswas. And someday, they will lead.”
She doesn’t look convinced. But my tone brooks no argument. Still, I feel compelled to give her something. To justify my obsession with Audrey.
“Someone used her to get into my accounts, Olena. If you’re truly concerned about Giuseppe Sartorre, let me get what I can out of her. She may be the key to why he’s snooping around our territory. I just need to break her.”
“I hope you’re right, Konstantin. If you aren’t…”
She doesn’t need to finish that sentence.
If I’m wrong, Audrey Wolfe could be the death of me.
If I’m not, I could have it all—everything I want.
Her.
A child.
Complete control over my future, my territory, my story.
I won’t go into that final night the ragged boy that was spit out of Russia. I won’t be the weak, good-for-nothing man that my mother insisted I was.
No; I’ve made it this far.
I have everything.
But I want more. And I’ll take what I want. Destroying whoever stands in my way.
Chapter 11
Audrey
The library at 7 a.m. is empty aside from the workers, and I hurry down the hallway to the main desk that sprawls across the first level.
Emil stands before a small pile of books, cataloging the new arrivals with gloved hands. They will go into the archives, a climate-controlled room, to be accessed by those who will respect and worship them.
“Audrey! Are you okay? I was starting to get worried.”
He looks, somehow, even older since the last time I saw him—only weeks ago.
“Yes, I’m sorry Emil. I’m fine. It’s just been so busy—at work.” I try to fight down the heat of the lie, even though it isn’tcompletelya lie. Today, Thursday, is my first day back after several days off. After settling into the house that my boss purchased for me.
Which will be mine, if I carry his child.
My stomach twists with nerves. It has to be just nerves, right? Surely it’s too early to actually be pregnant, tofeelanything…
Emil’s eyes, young and sharp despite his age, narrow. “You’re sure you’ve been alright?” When I give him a flat look, heapologizes: “You know your grandmother would never forgive me if I didn’t look out for you, Audrey.”
His smile is sad, but in it I see just how much he loved Nana. In secret, or… maybe not. It was obvious to everyone but her that Emil was infatuated with her. When she got sick, he was there almost every day, reading to her or bringing by boxes of protein shakes. Filling the living room with her favorite flowers and playing music, they used to dance to when she was healthy.
“I know,” I murmur, reaching out to touch his wrinkled hand. “Thank you. I really am fine, Emil, I’ve just been overwhelmed lately. I promise I’ll stop by more often. Do you have…?”
With a sigh, he ambles off to find the stack of books that I requested about a month ago. I trade him another, finished stack, praising him as the best person I know. He rolls his eyes.
“I don’t know how you find the time to finish all these, Audrey. It makes me worry—you should be out and about in the city! You’re still young!”