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“It’s too bad you don’t speak Russian,” he said, deep and low “Then you’d know if I was telling the truth”

He was infuriatingly stubborn, and it turnedelse

“Interesno, kak by vy otreagirovali, yesli by uznali, chto ya skazal ilotku, yesli oni khotya by pos through and around me

I had no clue what he had said, but for some reason it caused a shiver to consume my entire body The smallest tilt of his lips showed me he knehat effect he had on me “What did you say?”

He took a step closer, and oneme “You should learn Russian, moy svet”

That was the second time he’d called me that, but I was too flustered to ask what it meant “Maybe you could teach me?” I had no idea why or how the words came out of my mouth, but I didn’t take them back It was presumptuous to think this man would help me any more than he already was But as he stopped in front of me and I tipped my head back to look into his too-dark eyes, I idly wondered how ive me

Arlo was so tall At five-foot seven, I wasn’t exactly short, but standing in front of him, my head only reached his pectoralthat he was easily twice ht He made me feel safer than I ever had before

I refrained fro… everywhere

He reached out, and er just barely brushed ers around my throat

I blinked up at him, and a second later he twisted me around until my back was to his hard chest His hand on my throat was firm, but he made sure not to cut off airflow

“Plecho,” he ht by my ear as he placed his other hand on ers down my arm and curled theers down to curl around my hand “Ruka”