The air was thick and it felt like the room was shrinking while my hand stayed heavy on Darian's thigh...I could feel the hard muscle jumping under my palm and his breath was hitting my face in short, jagged bursts. I had him. I knew I had him because his eyes were dark and mask was melting right in front of me.
He's going to kiss me or he's going to kill me and I don't care which one happens first.
Then, a high-pitched chime sliced through the air. It was a cold, digital sound and it made the hair on my arms stand up. The massive screen on the far wall flickered once and then it exploded into light. A blue glare washed over the table and it turned the red wine into something black and oily.
Darian moved away and recoiled like I had burned him with a cigarette. He stood up so fast his chair nearly tipped over and he stepped back into the shadows.
"Darian."
The voice was like stones grinding together. It was deep and it was old and it made my stomach turn into a knot. I looked at the screen and I saw him. THE Sergei Volkov. He was sitting in a leather chair somewhere dark and his eyes were like two pieces of flint.
He looked like Darian older and Deep blue eyes.
"Father," Darian said. His voice was dead. It was flat and empty and it sounded like a machine.
"I see you are busy," Sergei said. He leaned closer to the camera and his face filled the screen. He didn't look at Darian. He looked at me. He looked at the black silk dress and the way I was sitting in the wife's chair. "The Hayes girl looks... healthy. I hope you are not wasting time with dinner and conversation. We have a timeline."
"The project is on schedule," Darian said. He walked toward the screen but then he stopped. He moved back toward me and he placed his hand on the table but he didn't look at me but his knuckles brushed against my hand. He gripped the edge of the mahogany so hard his skin turned white.
He was claiming me. In front of the monster, he was holding onto me.
"Six months, Darian," Sergei said. His voice got lower and more dangerous. "The Obsidian Circle is losing patience. If there is no pulse by the end of the quarter, the contract is voided. You know what we do with failed investments."
Voided. The word tasted like copper in my mouth. My heart was thumping so hard I thought Sergei could hear it through the speakers.
"I am aware," Darian snapped.
"Good. Don't let her face distract you from the goal. She is a tool. You use the tool and then you put it away. Or you throw it away. I will see you Monday."
The screen went black. The blue light vanished and the room was plunged back into the yellow glow of the candles. But the warmth was gone. It felt like a grave in here now.
Darian didn't move. He stood there staring at the blank wall and his hand was still touching mine on the table...
I reached out and I put my hand over his. "Darian?"
He flinched. He pulled his hand away and he turned on me. The ice was back but it was cracked. There were lines of stress around his mouth and his eyes were wide and haunted.
"Stay away from me, Liora," he whispered.
"What did he mean?" I asked and I stood up. The silk rustled and it sounded like a warning. "What happens if the contract is voided? What does he do to failed investments?"
Darian laughed but it wasn't a happy sound. It was a jagged, ugly noise. "You don't want to know. You think this is a drama. You think this is a game where we flirt and you win. It's not. My father doesn't lose, Liora. He removes the obstacles."
"You're an obstacle?" I stepped closer to him. I didn't care about the rules. I didn't care about the 30-foot table. "He's talking about your child. Your heir."
"He's talking about power," Darian said and he grabbed my shoulders. His grip was tight and it hurt but I didn't pull away. He looked down at me and I saw the fear in him. It was raw,messy but it made him look human. "He wants the seat in the Circle. He needs me to have a son so the bloodline is secure. If I don't... he will find someone else to do it. And he will make sure you disappear so there are no loose ends."
Disappear. "Is that why you're being like this?" I asked. My voice was shaking. "Because you're trying to protect me by being a monster?"
Darian let go of me like I was made of fire. He stepped back and he smoothed his suit jacket. He was trying to put the mask back on. He was trying to be the CEO again while his world was falling apart.
"I'm not protecting you," he said. He wouldn't look at me. "I'm protecting my interests. Go to your room, Liora. Lock the door. And don't wear that dress again. It's a distraction."
"You're a liar," I said. I followed him to the door. "You're a liar and a coward, Darian Volkov! You want me and you're scared to admit it because your father told you not to!"
Darian stopped at the door. He didn't turn around. His back was a broad, dark wall and he looked so lonely.
"Six months," he said. His voice was a rasp. "That's all the time you have left to be alive in this house. Stop trying to make me love you. Start trying to survive me."
He walked out and the door clicked shut.
I stood in the center of the dining room and I looked at the empty chairs. My plan was working. He was crumbling.
But as I clutched the silver coin in my palm, I realized that surviving Darian was the easy part.
Surviving his father was going to be the real war.
