My brow furrowed as I tried to read his expression. I couldn't understand what he was trying to do. What on earth was he doing? What was Andrei planning in his dark mind? Was he trying to help me? Or giving me more rope to hang myself with? It had to be the latter because his eyes screamed mercilessness. Andrei would never help me, especially when he had a chance to revenge. Repressing my inner tumult, I stared him down. In for a penny. I could use his idea to my advantage. I lifted my chin. “If it’s worth five more, why not ten more?”The corners of Andrei's mouth lifted. “Yes, indeed. Why not?” He looked around the table. “Miss Bennet has raised the wager by ten thousand dollars.”To my shock, one by one, the men agreed to my supposed “raise,” except for the German, who folded with an unintelligible curse. What was happening? Could I really win and save Lyra? Was Andrei helping me, and for what reason? And just like that—oh, merciful heavens—there was suddenly a pile of chips at
“You’re firing us?” My jaw dropped. “For what cause? What did we do?”“I don’t need one,” he said coldly.I stiffened. I hadn’t seen that coming, and I should have. A small-minded man like my boss would never stand being beaten in a card game by a female employee. He’d already resented me for weeks for the respect I’d quickly gained from the staff and all the notes I’d left in the suggestion box, listing possible ways to improve his management of the resort.“Fine.” I grabbed my handful of chips and glared at him. “Then I’ll tell you what I should have written up in the suggestion box weeks ago. This resort is a mess. You’re being overcharged by your vendors, half your employees are stealing from you, and the other half are ready to quit. You couldn’t manage your way out of a paper bag!”Mr. Aldric's face went apoplectic. “You—”I barely heard him as he cursed at me. These extra chips, worth thousands of dollars, would give both Lyra and me a new start—buy us a plane trip back to the
LyraMy eyelids fluttered, then flew open as I sat up with a sharp intake of breath.I was still fully dressed. I was sleeping on an enormous bed in a strange room. The masculine, dark-floored bedroom was flooded with golden lights from the window.How long had I been sleeping? I yawned, and my mouth felt dry. Who had brought me here? Could it have been Viktor himself?The thought of being carried in those strong arms against his hard chest as I slept on, unaware, caused me to tremble. I looked down at the mussed white bedspread.Could it possibly be his bed...?With a gulp, I jumped up as if it had burned me. I glanced around the room and expensive furnitures. The clock on the fireplace mantel said three o’clock. Gracious! I'd slept for hours.I stretched my arms above my head with another yawn. It had been nice ofViktor to let me sleep. Flying to and fro to save my sister had drained me completely but I felt so much better after the long nap.Until I saw myself in the full-length m
I smiled down at the hard black angles of his handwriting. I’dthought I hadn’t wanted a dress, that I wanted to keep our wedding asdull and unromantic as possible. But now...how had he known the smallgesture would mean so much to me?Then I saw the dress’s tag. Chanel. Holy cow. Maybe the gesturewasn’t so small. For a moment, I was afraid to touch the fabric. Then Istroked the lace softly with my fingertips. It felt like a whisper. Like adream.Maybe everything really was going to be all right.I exhaled, blinking back tears. I'd taken an enormous gamble, using mylast paycheck to come back to Honolulu, trusting Viktor to help me. But ithad paid off. For the first time in my life, I’d done something right.It was a strangely intoxicating feeling.I had always been the one who ruined things, not the one who savedthem. I'd learned from a young age that the only way to make up for allthe pain I’d caused everyone was just to take a book and go read quietlyand invisibly in a corn
Lyra“I’ll look into it further.” He tilted his head. “After we are married. Right now, eat and sign the documents.”“Oh. Right. The deal.” I took a deep breath. “But she’s safe? I hope Andrei hasn't tried to hurt her.”He snorted. “What do you think? Why do you think she wouldn't be safe?”I looked up. “You think she is? I mean, they hate each other. It's only normal that he will try to hurt her.”“She is crafty. And sly. I doubt even my brother will be able to control her,” he said dryly. “It’s more likely she’d be putting him through hell. She has done that before so it won't be quite hard to do it again. You should not be worried about her being in trouble. Trust me, she isn't.”Feeling reassured, I leaned my elbows against the table. The way Viktor described her relationship with Andrei was quite weird. “You don’t like my sister, do you?”“She’s a liar,” he said evenly. “A con artist. What do I have to like about her?"“Not anymore!” I cried, stung. "She has changed. We have left
“Wait.” As he started to turn away, I jumped to my feet, grabbing hisarm. “I’m sorry. I’m so stupid, always letting my mouth get ahead of mybrain. My sister always says I need to be more careful.”“I’m not offended.” Looking down at me, he gave me a smile that didn’tquite meet his blue eyes. “You shouldn’t listen to your sister. I respect awoman who speaks the truth without fear far more than one who usessilence to cover her lies.”“But I told you—she’s not like that. Not anymore.” With a weak laugh,I looked away. “If she were, we’d be rich right now, instead of poor. Butshe gave up gambling and con games to give me an honest, respectable life.And just look at the trouble I’ve caused her.” I looked down at the floor.“I gambled at that poker game, and she had to sacrifice herself for me.Again.”He touched my cheek, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Lyra.” His eyeswere deep and dark as a winter storm on a midnight sea. “The choice shemade to sacrifice herself to my brot
ViktorAn hour later, we exchanged wedding rings, speaking our vows in a simple ceremony in the office of a justice of the peace indowntown Honolulu. I couldn’t look away from the radiant beautyof my bride.Or believe that I'd told her so much about my past. I’d told her aboutmy heartbreaking first experience with love. I’d told her I’d been a virgin at twenty-two. What the hell had possessed me? I had never been so vulnerable with anyone. Why was Lyra Bennet so different? I didn’t care if she looked at me with her weepy eyes and vulnerablesmile. I'd never try to comfort her again with a little piece of my soul.From now on, I'd keep my damned mouth shut. It seemed like charming people and getting anything out of them was a family talent they possessed. “And do you, Lyra Bennet, take this man to be your lawfullywedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer orpoorer, as long as you both shall live?”Lyra turned to look at me, her soft brown eye
“Don’t be silly,” she said, wiping her eyes. “Of course I’m not crying.”I cursed aloud. “How can the small kindness of cake make youweep? What is so emotional about this?”“You listened to me,” she said, giving me a watery smile. “I’m not usedto anyone actually listening to me. Even Illyra just talks at me, telling mewhat I should want. I have never had anyone do the things I like.”“No more. Remember, now you’re a princess.” I gave her a suddencheeky grin. “Princess Lyra Andreevich.” Reaching down, I stroked hercheek as I looked into her eyes. “Princess Lyra, you’re perfect. You are just as perfect as I wanted."“Princess.” She gulped, then shook her head with a laugh. “If only thegirls who teased me in high school could see me now! I can't imagine their faces when they learn that I am married to one of the most powerful man in the country.”Setting my jaw, I looked down at her. “If any girls who teased you werehere right now, I’d make them regret they were born. They ha