"It seems like we can never catch a break," Ravić muttered as he stepped into our bedroom, running a hand through his hair. "One problem after another. For fuck's sake, I just asked for a week. A week, at best, to spend with my family."
"The ministers were already tearing each other apart when we left," I said, zipping the last of our bags shut. Most of our things were still at the palace, so packing didn't take long. But the weight of leaving again felt heavier than the luggage. "It's not surprising, really."
His hands gathered me by my waist, pulling me flush against him. One thumb brushed my cheek before his fingers slid up to cup my jaw, rough and urgent. "Everything's going to be all right," he said, voice low and dangerous. "I'll burn them all down if I have to."
I rested my palms against his chest, feeling the slow, controlled strength beneath. The fury in him was familiar. A storm he wore like armor, and it frightened me even as it made my chest ache.
