narrowed her gaze. “So what you’re saying is that I have no choice?”
“For now, no.” They spoke in unison which seemed ominous in itself.
In another location , she would probably have a better chance of getting in touch with one of her contacts. This settled it. Nya would put her plan in to action. “Okay, boys. I’ll go with you.”
Chapter Nine
The last time Cutter was this nervous was when he had begun his training to hone his powers under his father’s tutelage. Ivan Romanov had been a difficult taskmaster and didn’t dole out praise easily. It was when he was still very young and cared about his father’s approval. It didn’t matter that his father was verbally and sometimes physically abusive; at one time his opinion had actually mattered to Cutter and Blade as well. Once the blinders had come off and they had seen Ivan Romanov for the man he was, he was no longer of consequence to them.
But now more than anything else, he hoped to earn Nya’s approval. He needed her to love their home and want to stay because it meant they were building something special. They’d traveled several hours by plane and then by chauffeured driver to get to his and Blade’s estate just outside of St. Petersburg, Russia. He and Blade had had their home redecorated to have a more feminine touch. Of course , if Nya wanted to change anything she’d have free reign but for now, he at least wanted her to be comfortable.
She’d been quiet for most of their journey, only answering questions when she was spoken too. After a while, Cutter had given up on trying to draw her into a conversation . It was obvious she had a lot on her mind, and he could imagine that accepting two new mates after losing another was a lot for her to deal with.
“This is nice,” Nya complimented once she stepped over the threshold.
While it was a nice enough remark, it sounded like it was something someone said out of obligation. She didn’t seem the least bit impressed by the marble floors, vaulted ceilings, and precious art adorning the walls. Her expression remained neutral, and it was hard for Cutter to tell what she really thought about her surroundings.
Blade swept his hand out in a gesture that drew attention to the room they now stood in the middle of. “We can give you the full tour if you’d like. We want you to be as comfortable as possible. Our home is now your home.”
Nya shook her head. “Maybe later. Could you tell me where my room is? I’d like to rest.”
“Would you like something to eat before we take you to your room?” Cutter offered.
“No. Thank you, I’m rather tired. All that traveling wore me out.”
“ Of course , we’ll show you.”
“No, Cutter. I’d rather just find it myself if you don’t mind. No offense but I’ve been cooped up with the two of you for several hours and I need some time to myself.”
Anyone with feelings would have taken offense to her statement. It was like a dagger to the heart that acted as if she found their company repulsive when that clearly wasn’t the case. If it was, then why else did her body respond to them so perfectly? Nya was suffering from a serious case of denial, and while he was prepared to give her time to adjust to life with them, he refused to let her pretend that she wasn’t going to spend the rest of eternity with him and Blade.
“Go up the stairs and turn left. That will take you to the west wing. Your room will be the third door on the right, which leads to your private sitting room and the French doors on the side will be your bedroom.”
She nodded. “Thank you.”
Cutter clenched his hands at his sides to keep himself from grabbing her and pulling her into his arms as he watched her walk away. Once she was upstairs and out of eyesight Blade turned to him.
“What the fuck was that all about?”
“Just because she agreed to come to our home doesn’t mean she hasn’t stopped running. I have a feeling that given the opportunity, she’ll
“For now, no.” They spoke in unison which seemed ominous in itself.
In another location , she would probably have a better chance of getting in touch with one of her contacts. This settled it. Nya would put her plan in to action. “Okay, boys. I’ll go with you.”
Chapter Nine
The last time Cutter was this nervous was when he had begun his training to hone his powers under his father’s tutelage. Ivan Romanov had been a difficult taskmaster and didn’t dole out praise easily. It was when he was still very young and cared about his father’s approval. It didn’t matter that his father was verbally and sometimes physically abusive; at one time his opinion had actually mattered to Cutter and Blade as well. Once the blinders had come off and they had seen Ivan Romanov for the man he was, he was no longer of consequence to them.
But now more than anything else, he hoped to earn Nya’s approval. He needed her to love their home and want to stay because it meant they were building something special. They’d traveled several hours by plane and then by chauffeured driver to get to his and Blade’s estate just outside of St. Petersburg, Russia. He and Blade had had their home redecorated to have a more feminine touch. Of course , if Nya wanted to change anything she’d have free reign but for now, he at least wanted her to be comfortable.
She’d been quiet for most of their journey, only answering questions when she was spoken too. After a while, Cutter had given up on trying to draw her into a conversation . It was obvious she had a lot on her mind, and he could imagine that accepting two new mates after losing another was a lot for her to deal with.
“This is nice,” Nya complimented once she stepped over the threshold.
While it was a nice enough remark, it sounded like it was something someone said out of obligation. She didn’t seem the least bit impressed by the marble floors, vaulted ceilings, and precious art adorning the walls. Her expression remained neutral, and it was hard for Cutter to tell what she really thought about her surroundings.
Blade swept his hand out in a gesture that drew attention to the room they now stood in the middle of. “We can give you the full tour if you’d like. We want you to be as comfortable as possible. Our home is now your home.”
Nya shook her head. “Maybe later. Could you tell me where my room is? I’d like to rest.”
“Would you like something to eat before we take you to your room?” Cutter offered.
“No. Thank you, I’m rather tired. All that traveling wore me out.”
“ Of course , we’ll show you.”
“No, Cutter. I’d rather just find it myself if you don’t mind. No offense but I’ve been cooped up with the two of you for several hours and I need some time to myself.”
Anyone with feelings would have taken offense to her statement. It was like a dagger to the heart that acted as if she found their company repulsive when that clearly wasn’t the case. If it was, then why else did her body respond to them so perfectly? Nya was suffering from a serious case of denial, and while he was prepared to give her time to adjust to life with them, he refused to let her pretend that she wasn’t going to spend the rest of eternity with him and Blade.
“Go up the stairs and turn left. That will take you to the west wing. Your room will be the third door on the right, which leads to your private sitting room and the French doors on the side will be your bedroom.”
She nodded. “Thank you.”
Cutter clenched his hands at his sides to keep himself from grabbing her and pulling her into his arms as he watched her walk away. Once she was upstairs and out of eyesight Blade turned to him.
“What the fuck was that all about?”
“Just because she agreed to come to our home doesn’t mean she hasn’t stopped running. I have a feeling that given the opportunity, she’ll
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