Maria
The sun is elusive this morning, and grayness dominates the light in our bedroom. I'm tangled in the soft sheets, feeling the warmth from Mikhail's body beside me. I close my eyes again, attempting to hold onto the peace of the moment, but it's shattered by the sound of Mikhail's phone.
"Shit." His face turns grim as he listens to the voice on the other end. Mikhail bolts upright, throwing off the sheets and leaping out of our bed. He quickly dresses, the muscles in his back flexing as he pulls on his button-down shirt.
Sitting up, I clutch the sheet against my chest. "What is it?" I ask, dreading the answer.
"Pavel," he replies rapidly. "Larissa's home is under attack. We suspect the Lanzzare are behind it because of Mercy." He pauses, dressing long enough to meet my gaze. "It's
