Nikolai

Igor raised his hands in mock surrender. A smirk tugged at his lips.

“Fucker,” I cursed, opening the windows to freshen up the room and get rid of the lingering citrus scent. “She’s so annoying,” I groaned, lowering myself onto my chair.

“Hey, you don’t see me complaining.” He shrugged. “The alliance is too beneficial for us right now, so you can’t do anything rash.”

King Cyrus had once helped me when I was younger and newly cast out of the citadel. In ...