Throne of Vengeance (Throne Duet #2) by Rina Kent

It also doesn’t matter that I plan to go back to my old ways—the days of killing and roaming around like a lone wolf. The only difference this time is that Rai will be by my side.

I have no doubt she’ll resist me every step of the way. As much as I hate the brotherhood and plan to destroy it until no one is left, Rai considers it home.

She had the chance to switch back with her twin or disappear, but she didn’t. She chose the rotten place where half disrespect her and the other half are plotting to ruin her.

The loyalty in that woman is no joke, and getting her to abandon Nikolai Sokolov’s legacy won’t be easy, but I’ll find a way.

After deeming myself presentable, I head to the exit. As soon as I open the door, a potent premonition hits me in the face.

Something doesn’t feel right. I don’t know what it is or why it’s coming now, of all times, but I know it’s there.

It’s impossible to ignore my instinct when it’s kept me alive all this time. The moment killers start brushing over their instinct, they die. It’s as simple as that.

Did the Russians perhaps figure something out?

They can’t possibly suspect me after I used my body to save Sergei. That gesture, although not intentional and only the result of needing to protect Rai, means something in their loyalty ledger.

My legs come to a slow halt at the top of the stairs. Initially, I don’t believe what I’m seeing, even though it’s right in front of me.

This feeling is like being trapped in one of those surreal nightmares, and the only way out is another nightmare. Perhaps the flashback I had earlier about the darkest night of my life is coming back to haunt me and haul me to another black hole filled with blood.

I blink once, twice, but the scene in front of me doesn’t disappear.

Why the fuck am I not waking up?

I close my eyes for a second, then open them, and the view hits me as if it’s the first time. As if I’m that five-year-old boy who could only stop and stare as his life was stripped away from him.

Rai lies at the bottom of the stairs, her head lolled to the side and her limbs sprawled at unnatural angles as if they’re broken, but that’s not what robs me of breath. It’s the fact that she’s not moving.

“Rai…” I whisper, but that does nothing. “Rai!”

I rush down the stairs and nearly fall from the force of my movements. I kneel by her motionless body and slowly place a hand on her shoulder.

Her chest is rising and falling, but barely.

Bloody fucking hell.

She must’ve fallen down the stairs, but how come I didn’t hear it? That doesn’t matter now—she does.

I carry her in my arms, trying my hardest not to move her too much in case she’s badly injured.

Her face is pale, lips parted, and there’s blood on her palms as if she scratched herself.

“What happened?” Ruslan runs toward me, followed by Katia, their attention on Rai in my arms.

“Get the car,” I bark. It would be better to wait for an ambulance, but we don’t have time for that.

“Yes, sir.” He storms out of the house. Katia and I follow and she opens the door for me.

“What happened?” she asks.

“I should be the one to ask you that. Why weren’t you with her?”

“She sent me on an errand, and Ruslan was getting the car ready.”

Fuck.

I get in the back seat, and Katia helps in positioning Rai’s head on my lap before she slides into the front seat.

“Get us to the hospital,” I tell Ruslan. “Now.”

His nod in the rear-view mirror is my only response as the car leaves the house with a loud screech of tires.

I run my forefinger under Rai’s nose. She’s breathing, slowly, but it’s there. However, she’s not showing any signs of consciousness.

“God damn it, Rai.”

I try to keep her steady as Ruslan flies through the traffic, cutting in front of cars as if he’s on a chase.

Katia keeps staring back at us as if to make sure Rai is still alive. I’m the same. I check her pulse every chance possible.

In that moment, before I feel her breath, my heart hammers so loud like it hasn’t worked for a long time and is now resurrecting back to life.

It’s a painful sensation. To have your heart rise from the ashes, but the person behind that change not be present to witness it.

“Come on, Rai. We didn’t even start yet and now you’re bailing out? You’re not a coward, are you?”

I stroke the ruffled hairs away from her face. She always ties it up outside of our bedroom, but now, the clip is loose, probably because of the fall.

I hold her hand in mine, and her pulse keeps weakening by the second. This is bad.

“Faster, Ruslan.”

“Yes, sir.” He hits the gas, and I hold Rai tight so she doesn’t fall.

My forehead meets hers and I close my eyes, inhaling her in. Her scent is a mixture of roses, citrus, and something exotic just like her. Her scent used to give me calm, but it’s now filling me with terrifying dread.

Tentacles of fear tighten around my throat, stealing my breath and sanity. The thought that I won’t be able to smell her again makes my entire body fucking cold.

The car comes to a screeching halt in front of the emergency room and Katia rushes out to open the door. I carry Rai in my arms and barge inside.