“His Jax and Gaiman?” I offer.
His lips twitch. “More or less. The three of them grew up together. They were a team. I didn’t think it was necessary for me to be involved in the inner workings of the Solovev Bratva. It was enough for me to follow orders.”
I almost smile. “I can’t imagine you following anyone.”
“I was different back then,” Leo tells me. “And he was my brother. I would have followed him into hell.”
He doesn’t look sad—not outwardly, at least—but it’s not hard to sense the chasm of grief that lives at the core of him to this day. Enough to spend ten years fighting a war from the shadows.
The silence grows wary, filled with ghosts that I’m still too unfamiliar with to truly mourn. But I do feel empathy. For Leo. For Pavel. For Brit—or rather, Ariel.
“Were you close?” I ask abruptly, breaking the heavy quiet.
“Close with whom?”
“Her. Ariel.”
“Not particularly,” he says with a shrug. “But we grew closer after Pavel’s death. She was the only one who felt his loss as keenly as I did. Maybe more so.”
“You told me she disappeared. That she moved on.”
“I said she did what she could to survive,” he corrects. “And she did. She became a weapon.”
“How does she separate it in her head?” I ask. “The woman she really is from the woman she pretends to be?”
It’s a question I’ve been grappling with for a long time, too. Since the moment I learned my real name, my real identity. Who knew I would find myself sympathizing with the woman who had made my life hell?
“That’s a question you’d have to ask her,” Leo says. “There are many things you might understand better if you bothered to listen.”
Rage and jealousy I’ve been holding onto for so long ebbs away with the water lapping gently against me. In its place is a tender sadness. I want to summon up that anger again—God knows it’s the only thing that’s been driving me forward for a long time now—but I can’t. It’s gone down the drain.
Even when I look at Leo, I can’t manage to hate him.
“Come on,” he says quietly. “Get out of there before you go pruny.”
I lift my fingers out of the water. “Too late.”
But I get to my feet regardless. He brings a thick, white towel over and holds it out for me to step into. I stand there suspiciously for a moment, waiting for the other shoe to drop. It always does with him.
Not this time, though. He just tucks it around me and gently caresses me through the fabric to whisk the water away.
Then he sighs, turns, and leaves me standing on the bathmat, wondering what else I don’t yet know.
I follow him into the room. He’s seated on the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes and unbuckling his pants. There’s still a noticeable bulge beneath his boxer shorts that I can’t take my eyes off of.
“My eyes are up here,” he jokes.
I blush. “I wasn’t staring.”
“Liar, liar,” he says. He shimmies out of his pants, gets under the duvet, and closes his eyes. “Turn off the lights when you’re going to sleep. I’m exhausted.”
“The mighty Leo Solovev is admitting to being tired?”
He cracks open one eye to glare at me teasingly. “I had to lug around a hundred and fifty pound woman at least two miles because she thought she could out-stubborn the cold. Do you know anything about that?”
“Hm. Nope. Doesn’t sound familiar.”
He smiles, lets his eyes close again, and settles against the pillows. I watch him. The bed looks appealing. The man beneath the covers looks appealing, too.
But climbing in with him would be admitting… something. Defeat, maybe?
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing.”
“If you want to get into bed, you can,” he offers.
I stand in place, gnawing at my lip and debating. In the end, there’s no point denying it’s what I want. Groaning, I walk around the bed and exchange my towel for one of the oversized t-shirts in the wardrobe.
Leo chuckles lightly beside me as I get into the bed. I grab a pillow immediately and smack him with it. That doesn’t exactly stop the chuckling, but it gives me some small amount of satisfaction.
I lie back against the soft mattress and before I can stop myself, a contented moan slips between my lips. I bite it off as soon as I can, but when I look towards Leo, he’s watching me.