“How did you coerce her to make that video?” Ivan growled. This was all fun and games until now. My blood heated at the idea he’d watched it; that he’d seen Mila’s body in person before; that he’d fucked her. My chest twisted with aversion, but from years of training, I managed to keep my voice indifferent. “Good show, huh?” “T’d rather fuck your mother’s corpse than watch that.” Good. That was good. Although, I now regretted sending that video to her papa. I didn’t think he would show it to others, but if he did, they were dead men. She was mine for the time being, every goddamn inch of her, whether she liked it or not. I refused to analyze the feeling. I had enough shit to do. “She wouldn’t have done it unless you blackmailed her.” Interesting he was so concerned about whether she was willing or not, rather than if Pd harmed her since. Maybe he knew a hard shell of viciousness encased her soft heart. “You know her so well, do you?” I asked. “Better than anyone.” My grip tightened on the ridiculous sparkly phone. “Obviously not as well as you believe.” The innuendo was clear: there was no blackmail necessary. “You’re an idiot if you think Pll believe anything you say, D’yavol.” A hint of vulnerability touched his voice, and I realized, with a sense of disgust, the man had feelings for her. I wondered if she shared them. The idea seemed more repulsive than watching the Hallmark channel for twenty-four hours straight. “I prefer to talk about my prowess in bed over tea, but PII make an exception today. I assure you, Mila has no complaints.” Had, I corrected in my head. “Remember, when you have your revenge, Mila will come back to me. We’ ll see who has better prowess then.” I gritted my teeth, and a murderous buzz flared to life beneath my skin. “Run, Ivan,” I warned with a deadly calm. “Run fast. Because if I catch you, Pll rip you apart with my bare hands.” I ended the call. The bastard was in my city, but he knew how to play the game. Not as good as me though.