Get out of here.” Natalya released Kate from her impromptu hug and unlocked her office door. “Sergei will follow you home.” Kate’s face paled to the color of fine porcelain, and her eyes widened to twice their normal size. She adjusted her glasses, glanced nervously over her shoulder. “What about you?” “Me?” Natalya blinked. How long had it been since someone had legitimately worried about her safety? Five years? Ten? She’d spent so long with a gun tucked into her waistband that she’d forgotten other people didn’t share the same confidence. She shook her head to ward off the sudden discomfort and used her toe to point to her purse. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve got all the protection I need in there.” That coupled with an upcoming wedding to the world’s most powerful mafia boss—a girl couldn’t ask for safer passage through dark alleys. Sure as her gun was loaded, there’d be eyes following her home tonight. Keeping her safe. Never questioning her unfaltering loyalty.
