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154 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 14, 2021
Vasili bowed his head, bracing his forearms on the bridge’s little wooden rail, and focused on breathing. He’d manipulated a court of Cavilles, he’d survived eight years in hell, he’d battled for ownership of his very soul, and this little cottage in a forgotten meadow had nearly brought him to his knees.
Half of Vasili wanted to push Nikolas away for his own good, but the other half wanted to kill anyone who dared try and take him.
Clearly, Nikolas was allowing his heart to guide his head. Again. “What you call brilliance, others might call madness.”
“I don’t care what others think. I love your mind, even though I can’t keep up with it. I love your soul, wounded as it is. I love your laugh—fuck I love that laugh so much. And your smile—not the I’m-about-to-fuck-you-up smile, the other one, the soft one. I love that one, when you finally show it.”


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If anyone could make such a wonderful dream real, it was Nikolas Yazdan
As Vasili Caville, he hadn’t wanted for anything, besides freedom. Then Nikolas turned his world upside down, against his will, and made him want things he had no right to covet. Things like freedom, like love. Made him want a man he’d vowed to use, a man who was to be his tool and his assassin. Made him want a life he had no right to, the kind of life he hadn’t sought out since Alek and his farm. Made him dream of better things.
In the absence of the flame, he’d begun to feel everything in brighter colors than before, and there was no more powerful a feeling than the one he felt for this man
“Where’s the knife?” Niko demanded.
“Hm.”
“Vasili…”
“Find it.”
“You’re testing me, prince.”
“And you love it.”“I do.” Love you. Gods, this man had pinned down his heart, and no matter what he did, Niko would forgive him.
Gods, he was a feast, every course poisoned, and Niko would die devouring him.His cock was rapidly filling again. The damned thing was a whore for Vasili.
“What you call brilliance, others might call madness.”
“I don’t care what others think. I love your mind, even though I can’t keep up with it. I love your soul, wounded as it is. I love your laugh—fuck I love that laugh so much. And your smile—not the I’m-about-to-fuck-you-up smile, the other one, the soft one. I love that one, when you finally show it.”
“We do make a terrible pair,” Vasili admitted with a chuckle.
“In all the right ways.”
“Everything good in my life is taken away.”
“No force in this world can take me from you. The gods themselves cannot take me from you. Do you hear me? I will fight for this life, for us, and I’ll never surrender, Vasili.”
“When I allowed myself to dream, those dreams were always of you.”
Vasili swallowed the small hitch in his throat. “I’m aware I can be difficult.”
Nikolas’s lips twitched. Gods, the man was impossible.
Vasili sighed through his nose. “I’m aware I have some unusual tendencies.”
“Like holding a knife to my cock?”
“Yes,” he relented. He’d enjoyed that, especially the way in which Niko’s cock had responded, not by wilting but by visibly stiffening. “And I’m obviously going to expect the worst and thus plan for it. I can’t suddenly forget my past or who I am.”
“I’d never ask you to, because I love who you are,” Nikolas spoke softly but with conviction. He stared at Vasili, daring him to argue.

❝we do make a terrible pair,❞ vasili admitted with a chuckle. ❝in all the right ways.❞
“We do make a terrible pair,” Vasili admitted with a chuckle.
“In all the right ways.”
