Tania...
The Yuri I fell in love with was kind and charming, even if he was the Prince of the Morozov Bratva.
After he was kidnapped and tortured, he became someone else. Cold. Cruel.
I still flew to St. Petersburg to stop his wedding to another woman. It was a marriage of duty, not love.
This was such a mistake. I don't know this man. Now I'm trapped in his mansion. This isn't love, it's possession.

Yuri...
My father taught Maksim and me with fists and cruelty that we were not allowed to want anything more than the life we were born into.
But I wanted Tania. She was light. She was the lynchpin that kept me from flying into madness.
I was a fool. I'm covered in scars and now I truly see my place in the Morozov Bratva. There's no room there for her. But I can't let her go.