Alexander’s POV

His forehead puckered, Dimitri holds my gaze, scrutinizing as he awaits an answer.

“Are you?” He repeats.

I lock my phone and turn it face down on the table before picking up my glass. “I’ve not changed my mind,” I murmur, fixing the rim in my mouth again.

“Will you?”

My head drones. My jaw tightens. The urge to empty this second glass grips every part of me.

Exhaling deeply, I take one more sip, then put the wine away. “Why would I do that? I said I’m going ...