Maria
There's a fast knock, and then the door opens cautiously. Mikhail's strong figure frames the doorway before he steps into my bedroom. Shadows play over his striking features as our eyes lock, and I feel an unwanted pull toward him. His green eyes hold me in place, making it impossible to turn away. His intensity both captivates me and makes me uneasy at the same time.
"Maria, I want to talk." His voice shivers across my skin.
"About what?" I ask innocently, but I know exactly what this is about. Larissa didn't keep her promise. She must have told him my secret.
Mikhail comes closer but avoids returning my gaze before tossing himself in a chair. "The wedding."
I swallow, and he notices, but I play it off quickly like there's something in my throat. "Is there still going to be one
