Prologue

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Hugh

I have to give it to Volkov he knows exactly what he's doing and how to play Anastasia like a toy. The mere fact he arrived without a soul with him put us at an instant disadvantage. 

He's the caring, thoughtful shoulder to lean on whilst we're the ones that Anastasia feels she has to defend herself against. 

I could see that fucking smirk tugging on his lips as she outright said he was the only one she could talk to, the only one she felt like she could confide in. We were on the losing side and it was as clear as anything to see. 

But he had to pull another fucking card out of his sleeve just before leaving us all in the wind. 

He'll be sticking around. 

He'll be planting himself right into Anastasia's life and if we don't fucking react to this right we'll only push her away and straight into his welcoming arms there's no doubt about it. 

There's a storm of epic proportions brewing and I know the only way it can end is in an explosion of epic proportions because if he thinks we're going to go down without a fight he has another thing coming. 

He may be playing a game but I can play one right back. 

I just have to keep the others in check because they're going to be the cause of all of this falling apart if they can't keep it together. 

We'll lose her and maybe for good this time if we're not careful about it. 

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