I press a kiss to the side of her head. “Yes. There’s a condition, but we’ll talk about it later.” Grabbing the back of her neck, I pull her away from me, and then I kiss the fuck out of her, not caring that we have an audience.
“The shows over, people,” I hear Abbie shout. “Move. Give them some privacy.”
“You have five minutes,” Instructor Yelena says. “Get back to training!” she hollers at the group.
Pulling back, I stare into the eyes of the angel I’ve somehow managed to catch. “I get to love you for the rest of my life.”
“Misha,” she breathes, a look of awe washing over her face. “Thank you for fighting for us.”
Climbing to my feet, I help Aurora up before glancing at the crate. “What went wrong?”
Her shoulders slump, and she lets out a sigh. “You weren’t here.” My eyes snap to her face as she continues, “I got in with Abbie, and Alek closed up the crate. I didn’t even last a minute. The anxiety attack was instant.”
She turns away from me, and frustrated, she brushes some strands from her face.
Reaching for her arm, I pull her back to me. “Do you think you can get in again?”
Worry makes lines form on her forehead. “With you?”
“Yes. But I’ll have Alek seal the crate.”
“I just need a minute.”
Pride fills my chest because she’s so damn strong to try again right after an anxiety attack. “I’ll get Alek.”
I give Aurora the minute she needs, and when Alek joins us, I gesture at the crate. “Get in.”
She looks defeated, but she crawls into the tiny space. I sit down beside her and nod at Alek. “Seal the crate. Wait ten minutes before you open it again.”
“Got it.” Alek actually gives Aurora an encouraging smile, “You’ve got this, princess.”
She lets out a chuckle. “Thanks.”
We’re plunged into the darkness, and I strain my hearing to listen to Aurora’s breathing.
She’s still calm. Good.
“I have more good news,” I say.
“What?”
“Viktor canceled the hit on your family.”
I can feel Aurora looking in my direction, then she shrieks, “Really?”
“Yes,” I chuckle.
Somehow Aurora manages to move from a sitting position to kneeling. Her hand slaps against my jaw.
“Oops. Sorry.” The next second she presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“You missed the target,” I grumble.
Letting out a chuckle, she kisses me again, this time hitting the mark.
Instead of working through her anxiety issues, we make out until Alek removes the panel.
Reluctantly, Aurora breaks the kiss, then scowls at Alek. “You can seal the crate for another ten minutes.”