an eye on her and try to make her slightly more comfortable. I don’t want Viktoria coming back here unless I have no choice but to bring her back. We don’t have any indication that Boris is going to attempt to come after her, but considering all the Boykovs have done to him over the last two years …”
“It’s unlikely that a part of him wouldn’t blame her and want retribution.”
“That,” the man agreed, “and the fact he likely knows it would hurt us a great deal if he were able to do to her a second time what he did the first time.”
He regretted more and more every day that he hadn’t broken the rules of the chambers more often when he had been delegated to taking care of the men in the cells. Unless one died for other reasons—sometimes, their bodies just had enough—Pav wasn’t allowed to kill a man except if he was given permission.
But how would they have known?
He could have said it was anything, burned the body, and been done with it. It would have been fucking easy. Yeah, he was really regretting that now.
Hindsight, and all.
“I will see what I can do,” Pav said, “here, I mean.”
“Do that.”
Konstantin didn’t waste any more time on the phone. He hung up without a goodbye, but Pav wasn’t offended. He had other things to do—starting with finding Viktoria and trying to convince her to come out of her room for longer than five minutes.
• • •
Pav was momentarily distracted from his task of going to Viktoria’s room by the bright, blue sky outside. For the most part, the weather had been dreary since they’d arrived. Rainy or cloud-covered skies. Chicago hadn’t been much better before they’d left.
It was strange.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d stood outside on a beautiful day and stared up at the sky. He wanted to do that.
Pav stood out on the back deck and looked over the rear side of the estate’s large property as the sun beat down and soaked into his skin. A good acre of maintained, thick grass eventually melded into a line of trees that seemed to snake with trails. He wondered what those trails led to, but that was something for another day.
If he got the chance …
“Zhatka, a beautiful day, isn’t it?”
Pav tensed at that nickname and the voice who said it. There was only one man in this large, lonely mansion who continued to use the name, even when he refused to answer to it because he knew that he no longer had to.
Vadim, that was.
Glancing up in the direction the voice had come from, Pav found Vadim standing at the railing of a smaller deck. Winding metal stairs led up to the second level—a private porch. The double French doors made Pav believe it likely connected to the man’s master bedroom, not that it was important.
He would not have come outside had he known his private moment would be interrupted by Vadim. Never mind the fact that he didn’t know how long Vadim had been standing there, watching him enjoy the bright sun.
“Well?” Vadim asked him.
Pav’s gaze narrowed slightly. “Well, what?”
“The day. Beautiful, even.”
“It’s … nice.”
He couldn’t trust Vadim. He’d spent fourteen years of his life being controlled by this man; being told that he belonged to this man like a pet to be abused or otherwise, if he decided it was to be so. Vadim had taken away his entire life, and there wasn’t a single part of Pav that believed the man intended to give it back to him at some point.
He was always meant to be a Boykov dog.
But that collar was gone now, wasn’t it?
Mostly.
“Come up and join me,” Vadim said, waving a hand and turning away from the railing. “I have coffee and food up here, yes?”
He didn’t sound like he was giving Pav the option to choose. He could have refused and gone back inside the house without a word, but he decided not to. The entire point of him being here was to keep an eye on Viktoria and make sure she was okay. He didn’t think making their situation more uncomfortable would be to their benefit for the remainder of their stay. So yes, even though he hated Vadim with a passion that burned him from the inside, he headed for those winding stairs to join the man on his upper deck.
Vadim was already sitting down at a two-person, glass table when Pav reached the top