Alessia
I grip Mika’s pocket knife in my sweaty palm.
Can I do it?
I have to.
If I don’t get free now, I will end up on a plane to Russia, and my chances of escape or being found go way, way down.
Vlad bends over me, untying the knots that bind me to the chair. The moment he’s done, I have to make my move. This is my best chance. I’ll be untied, with only Vlad to overpower. I heard Mika step into the restroom, so he won’t have to witness my act of violence. And if I do it right—a big if, considering I have zero practice at stabbing people—Vlad will live to take care of the boy.
Because I couldn’t live with the guilt of orphaning him once more.
Really, if I were ruthless like one of my brothers, I’d go for his jugular. Stab to kill.
But I can’t do it.
I’m queasy just thinking about
