“We’re talking to my Father.”

Leal’s eyebrows shot up at the mention of his Father. Does he want to talk to him? She remembered what she said to him a few nights ago. Has that been bothering him that much?

“Are you sure?”

He nodded. “I’m almost thirty, my love. I can’t still be afraid of my Father’s whips even when I’m miles away. There’s a reason why I ran away from Moscow.”

Her hands quietly caressed his cheeks, seeing how this was such a big step for him. He’s ...