Epilogue
Damien
"How about a sports program?" I ask Casimir.
We've been discussing the possibility of him starting college for weeks now. In Poland, with Berna needing constant attention, there was never time for it, but nothing's stopping him now.
I want him to have some semblance of normalcy even though, now that he's part of the Council, that word doesn't quite fit anymore.
"I could, but I still want to be involved in the organization."
Of course he does.
The next second, my office door slams into the wall, and Roman storms in, his jaw clenched so tightly I'm surprised his teeth haven't cracked.
"Why the hell do you even have a phone if you never answer it?" he demands.
"Forgot about it," I tell him honestly, because any detail mentioned to me when I'm with Roxanne gets automatically erased from my mind.
He closes the distance between us, pulling a fistful of burgundy petals from his jacket pocket. I frown.
"Someone left Vi a burgundy dahlia in her locker at college," he says, and now I understand why he looks ready to burn the city down.
That bastard.
I'd really hope it was just one of Henry's unhinged followers, but how stupid do you have to be to target the Russian mafia boss's sister in Chicago?
"I need a bodyguard for her," he says, dragging his hands through his hair. "Maybe Anton or—"
"What happened to Goran?" I ask because for as long as I've known Vi, Goran's been her shadow.
"His wife's pregnant. His head won't be a hundred percent on Victoria, and I need someone who isn't tangled up in feelings and has his shit together."
My gaze shifts past Roman to where Cas stands against the bookshelf, arms crossed, listening to every word.
Well...
Emotionally detached.
Check.
Levelheaded.
Check.
Can attend the same college without raising suspicion.
Check.
"I think I have exactly the right person," I say, a smile tugging at my lips.