Irina's POV 

"Make me, little brother." Dimitri's voice was ice cold.

I pressed myself against Dimitri's chest as my whole body trembled. I could feel his heart pounding beneath my cheek. I could feel the tension in every muscle. I could feel the rage radiating off him like heat.

This was my fault.

All of this was my fault.

"Both of you, enough!" Mikhail's voice cut through the room like a blade. "Alexei, put your weapons away. Now!"

Alexei didn't move. His eyes stayed locked on Dimitri's.

In all my four years of serving Dimitri, I had never seen him like this—not once had I witnessed him lose control. He...