Page 128 of His Prince

They can’t leave me.

And where the fuck is Mikhail?

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MIKHAIL

My head is swimming, my mouth dry as if I’ve had cotton stuffed inside of it. Blinking slowly, I come to, nausea rolling in my stomach. What the fuck happened?

One minute I was watching Angel leave the room, and the next, it was utter blackness.

My head lifts but I see no one in this cold, dark room. Not Angel. Where is he? My heart thumps in my chest, anxiety replacing the nausea.

Is he hurt?

Where the fuck is he?

I struggle against the bonds holding my arms to the chair, pain slicing up my forearms as I try to get loose. I have to find him.

I have to fucking find him!

A grunt leaves me, and I let out a huff of frustration just as I remember the picture that popped up on my phone, the one Angel sent me right before I passed out.

Daniil with Katarina. The two of them together.

Why the fuck didn’t I listen sooner?

Angel was right. My sweet prince. I was too stubborn to see it at the office. I didn’t want to believe Daniil could betray me. He’s been with me through it all. He’s been like a brother. But now I see him through Angel’s eyes.

He’s hated me all along.

That much is clear.

As soon as I walked into that restaurant and saw those guards next to him, the way he watched me, the fake way he smiled…I knew that something was off, that he was lying to me.

I just didn’t realize any of this had to do with Katarina.

Fuck, how did I miss that? How did I not know they were together?

Looking back, there were many times I was called away for something Daniil needed. Did he do that for her? To keep me away so she could have those tunnels built and plan her revenge?

Fuck.

Another grunt of anger leaves me and it’s then that I hear it, the screech of metal, the piercing rays of light almost blinding me.

“Ah, you’re awake,” Daniil says in Russian as I scowl up at him.

“What is this?” I reply. “Let me go.”

“No. I’m afraid I can’t do that. We have things to discuss.”

I meet his stare and feel the room spin slightly. Shit, I’m not well. I feel like I’m going to vomit.

“It will pass,” he says and then crouches down next to me, his dark eyes meeting mine. “I’d rather have killed you by now, but Mila wanted you alive.”

Mila? My mind scrambles, pulling up the different people I’ve met over the years, but I can’t place that name.

“I don’t know any Mila.”