Noah
In a rush of adrenaline and determination, I sped through the streets of Chicago, anxious to reach the Volkov mansion. The usual half hour journey from the White mansion felt like mere minutes as my heart pounded in my chest. For the first time in ten days, I could feel that familiar chasm filling with anticipation and trepidation. My mind was consumed with one thought, one image, one name: Irina.
I wasn't sure if this was all just a dream, reality, or some cruel trap set up by Vladimir Volkov to destroy me. But in that moment, I didn't care. Nothing could stop me from reaching her.
I arrived at the massive black gate of the Volkovs' mansion in less than fifteen minutes, narrowly avoiding accidents along the way. My focus was on getting to Irina.
As soon as the gate opened, I sped
