12. Luna
Luna
Later on that day…
Dear Lisichka,
Let me be perfectly clear, so there is no room for misinterpretation.
I am asking for your hand in marriage.
But do not confuse that as a choice.
If you refuse, I won’t chase you. I won’t beg.
I will dismantle you.
Piece by piece.
Everything you love—every sanctuary you believe is untouchable—will fall. The full weight of the Bratva will descend like divine wrath. And the Eclipse Assassination Order, with all its shadows and sharpened blades, will burn if it dares to stand between me and what I intend to claim.
You.
Your Order will become a graveyard. Your home, a warzone. And when the dust settles and the smoke clears—when there is nothing left but blood and ash—I will still be standing.
Waiting.
You don’t want a war with me, Luna.
You won’t win.
Say yes, and I will give you more than safety. I will give you dominion. Power. Loyalty that doesn’t falter. Protection that never sleeps. Devotion that borders on obsession.
Say no, and you’ll learn just how far I’ll go to make an example of the one woman who thought she could outrun the devil.
Choose wisely.
—Your future husband
I. Am. Going. To. Fucking. Kill. Him.