Alessia
“Go back, Mika.”
I walk for at least forty-five minutes—taking rests when I get winded—when I realize that Vlad may not have followed, but Mika did. He’s trailing five feet behind me, head ducked like a bad spy.
But he doesn’t belong with me, he belongs with Vlad. I have a phone—I can call my brothers. They’ll figure out how to get me home safely. But Mika can’t come with me. I mean, he could, but I don’t think it’s the best option for him. And Vlad needs him.
I stop and turn to face him. “Mika, you should go back. Vlad will be worried about you.”
He holds out a roll of cash. “He sent me to keep you safe.”
I sigh and take the money. If I weren’t so pissed, I might find it almost sweet.
Almost.
I sort through the bills. “Is there enough for us to get a hotel room?”
He glanc
