Chapter 7
The first man came through the corridor before we reached the outer door. He wore a dark work jacket and carried no box. That told me enough. Anton moved in front of Bianca. Mikhail caught my arm.
"Car. Now."
I pulled free on instinct. His eyes flashed. Then I heard
Chapter 8
The next morning, Mikhail's bandage was still visible under the cuff of his shirt. I noticed. I did not comment. He noticed me noticing. He did not comment either. That was probably the healthiest interaction we'd had since getting married. We sat at the ba
Chapter 9
The creditor's conference room had no flowers. I noticed because I had spent the last year delivering arrangements to places exactly like it. Glass table. Gray carpet. Water nobody drank. People who called panic a "risk profile." My attorney sat on my right. Mikh