Page 130 of His Lethal Attraction
I’ve got no strategy. No next move to plan. Just this moment.
I’ve never had anything worth protecting before.
Now that I do, I’ll do anything to ensure she’s cherished, loved, and safe.
Max
The low, insistent buzz of my phone pulls me out of sleep, but I ignore the noise.
My hand is on Nika’s hip, her back pressed against my chest, her breathing deep and even. The room is dark save for the faint glow of city lights bleeding through the curtains. I’m relaxing at home. The rest of the world can fuck off.
The cell buzzes a third time.
Nika shifts, her hand tapping mine to see if I’m awake. “Aren’t you going to get that?”
I growl low in my throat, frustration chasing away my good mood. I reach out blindly, slapping the nightstand until I find my phone.
The screen is bright in the darkness, and I blink several times before realizing it wasn’t a call, but a string of text messages from Alexei.
Adrenaline washes the sleep from my mind and eyes as I start reading.
The war’s officially begun.
My body goes still, which alerts Nika, who rolls over as I continue to read.
Falcones hit our port.
All containers set on fire.
They’re moving in.
Not a boundary attempt. After months of them positioning and peacocking, they finally made a significant play.
This is war.
Nika sits up, trying to read over my shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
This isn’t a surprise. We all knew it was coming. Nika’s been in on the talks, so she’s also aware of what’s happening.
I set the phone down and pull her back to me, cradling the back of her head and brushing her lips with mine. “Nothing we can’t handle.”
The End
