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Already in the air—as soon as the pilot allows us to unbuckle our seatbelts—Zeldric’s men begin moving about inside the plane. They speak loudly and laugh uproariously. It’s strange how easily they switch languages. They might start in English and mix in Spanish words. Luckily, I understand both languages, as well as Russian and a few others. I grew up surrounded by children and teenagers from all over the world. Until I was sixteen, I didn’t even know what my real nationality was.
I listen to their banter, and it all seems rather curious. They come off as just a group of close friends having a good time—not what they truly are. Assassins, traffickers, maybe even rapists… They don’t scare me. I’m used to moving in these circles, and not just because I’m the sister of a Bratva comman
