Very convenient.
I’m about to join Maksim and Yuri in helping the injured soldiers pack when a wall appears out of nowhere.
Sorry, I mean Viktor.
He stands in front of me in all his stoic glory. “Where have you been?”
“Outside.”
“Outside where?”
“Just outside.”
He narrows one of his eyes, but then he points behind him. “The captain is asking for you.”
“He…is?”
I don’t know why I thought Kirill would now avoid any alone time with me.
Judging by Viktor’s scowl, he doesn’t appreciate my unnecessary question.
I step past him and head to the office. The moment I knock, a nervous breath leaves me.
“Come in.”
I try and fail not to be affected by his voice.
In the office, I find him perched on the front of his desk, studying some paperwork, and only his back is visible. The hard muscles peek from beneath the thin black shirt, appearing stiff.
“You wanted to see me?” I ask in a careful tone.
He doesn’t turn around. “You’ll be transferred to the sixth unit effective tomorrow.”
My heart falls, but I swallow the feeling and keep my cool. “Do I get a say in this?”
“Tell me the unit you had in mind and I will see what I can do. The sixth and ninth are the best. Which one do you want?”
“I want to go with you to New York.”
His hands pause on the paper, and he slowly faces me. The ice of his eyes meets mine for the first time since I stepped into the room, and, despite their coldness, they manage to warm me up from head to toe.
A few silent seconds tick by before he asks, “You want to go where?”
“New York. With you.”
“No.”
“Why not? You gave everyone that choice.”
“Everyone who came with me from New York. You didn’t.”
“But I want to go.”
“And be what?”
“Whatever Maksim and the others will be.”
“Maksim and the others will be my guards.”