Chapter Thirty-Six
A pale woman is lying face down on a towel in front of me, the surrounding steam condensing into large droplets on her naked flesh.
I’m way too close to her, so I try to step away—and find that I can’t.
Of course.
I’m in Yaroslav’s memories. It figures. With my luck and given the circumstances, something X-rated is about to go down.
That better not be me he’s staring at in some vision of the future.
“So beautiful,” Yaroslav’s voice says in my head as he smacks the woman with the birch tree branches in his hand.
The thought was in Russian, but because I’m in his memory, I still understood it as though it originated in my own head.
“This is the weirdest client session I’ve ever had,” says the woman in a familiar voice.
“Does that mean you wish me to stop?” I say w
