and searching for harmony in the world.”
“Did the princess love him?”
“Yes. And in this moment, one believes that the demon has finally fulfilled his life longing. That he will be changed and uplifted.”
She widened her eyes. “What happened?”
“The demon kisses his princess for the first time, and she dies from it.”
She tapped my chest. “That’s sad, Kaz.”
“I didn’t write the poem.”
“Still.”
I leaned in to kiss her, but David interrupted our moment by opening the door. I turned his way. “Do you still have eyes on the French?”
David walked and stood on the other side of the desk. “Yes.”
Emily left my arms. Where for a few minutes she looked relaxed, she now appeared on edge.
I looked back at David. “Who’s following them?”
“My men from Paris. Not any of yours like you said.”
“Good. Unfortunately, I trust your people more verses mine.” I let out a long breath. “And what’s Rolan’s status now?”
“He just arrived. He is on his way up in the elevator now. He had a big box. My men tried to take it just in case there was something dangerous inside. He took their guns and knocked them both out with the handles.”
The Big Bear.
I smirked. “It’s fine. Knowing Rolan, that box is probably full of candy. He’s very serious about his gifts. Bring him in here immediately.”
David left and shut the door.
I sat down in the cherub chair, turned to Emily, placed my hand on her hip, and pulled her over to me. “Come, mysh. Sit on my lap.”
Her worried expression shifted to a smile. “Sit on your lap?”
“Yes.”
“What about Rolan?”
“He’ll knock before he comes inside.”
She lowered onto my lap and leaned against me. “You called it with Jean-Pierre. You were right about the Mafia Politics. Jean-Pierre wanted free reign of Russia to get the responsible people for us.”
“Some things I called. Some things I didn’t.”
“And then there’s Baba’s reading.” Emily blinked. “Is it stupid to listen to her?”
“It might be stupid not to. She’s been right about many things.”
She frowned. “Regardless, I’m scared that this new friendship with Jean-Pierre may put you in danger.”
My lovely mouse. I’m lucky to have her.
I grinned. “Puts me in danger? I’m only worried about you.”
She shook her head. “I’m fine. Anytime I’m with you, I’m safe.”
“Not all the time.” I placed my hand on her stomach. “And now there will be more to worry about in the future. More to protect.”
“And if Jean-Pierre delivers?”
“Then, I’ll be happy.”
“Kaz.”
“If he delivers and has proof, then he’ll get his peace between the brotherhood and Corsican.”
She let out a relieved breath.
“But I have a question.” I rubbed her stomach a little. “Why did you want to be the god mother of his child?”
“Baba said our daughter left to go with the King of Diamonds.”
Annoyance hit me. “Perhaps, Baba isn’t correct about everything.”
“It’s weird, but if Jean-Pierre has a little girl. . .I will want to be close to her. It would make me think Baba’s reading is true. That our twin found a home in France. I would be okay with that.”
I gritted my teeth. “Hmm. My little girl would never choose Jean-Pierre over me.”
Emily shook her head.
“I’m better.”
“Either way, Kaz. If Baba’s crazy theory is true, I want that little girl to have an awesome life. That means. . .not killing Jean-Pierre or Eden. We both know how it feels to lost a parent too soon.”
Then, I hope Jean-Pierre has a boy.
I slipped my hand along her back. “And what will I get for all this kindness toward the French?”
“Whatever you want.” She leaned my way and kissed me.
I groaned against her mouth.
When she moved, I yearned for another taste.
“Mysh, I’ve already told you that your pussy won’t get you everything you want.”
With a wicked expression, she winked at me. “You’ve said it, but you haven’t proven it yet.”
A knock sounded at the door.
She rose and sat in the other cherub chair.
What an odd room to question Rolan in—one full of baby angels and a love lost demon.
I looked at the door. “Come in.”
Chapter 27
Memory Lane
Kazimir
Rolan stepped through the office door with his big box—long, red, and shiny. “Emily, I brought the baby and you something.”
“Thank you.” Emily widened her eyes and grabbed it. “I. . .I wasn’t expecting a—”
“Always expect a gift from the Big Bear’s arrival. I’m better than Santa Claus.” Rolan marched over to my side, lowered, and yanked me into a hold. “Kazzy Bear.”
Dear God.
And then he went to Emily, pulled her into a hug too, and then let her go.
He