Among all the kinds of serpents, there is none comparable to the dragon.
– Edward Topsell, 1658
Moscow, Russia – Three months later
Moscow, Russia – Three months laterMoscow, Russia – Three months laterCharlotte MacQueen tugged the sweetheart neckline of her red satin cocktail dress up a few more centimeters. Despite the fancy but thick winter coat she wore, her exposed skin had drawn the cabdriver’s eyes and made her shift restlessly until he’d had to focus back on his driving. But then, she’d know her dress would have this effect. She was practically falling out of the damn thing, but she had a hunch this would be one of the few times having full breasts would be an advantage instead of a hindrance.
She’d spent most of her life hiding her curvy figure behind draping sweaters and lab
