This dinner is important to Blaine and I’ve insulted and fought with the guest of honor. “I’m sorry,” I mumble into Blaine’s chest. “Have I ruined everything?” “You’ve earned the undying loyalty of my team.” Blaine kisses the top of my head. “They’ll talk about this dinner for decades.” My crazy antics will be talked about for decades. That’s not a good thing. I groan and Blaine’s body shakes again. The situation can’t be that serious if he’s laughing at me. “Are you ready to try this again?” he asks. I nod, the tip of my nose sliding along his silk tie. “Be a good girl, nymph.” He releases me and says to Volkov, “I’d like you to meet Anna, the woman I protect as fervently as she protects me.” I count to five and reluctantly face the Volkovs. “I’m pleased to meet you, Mr. Volkov.” I extend my hand, concealing my emotions. The older man hesitates, his expression stern and forbidding.
