Chapter Twenty-Six
A hesitant knock on the door woke Sergei. He groaned and massaged his neck as he slowly woke. He looked around, noticing he was lying on the couch in the library still. The fire burned low in the grate and there was a chill in the air. A throw blanket fell to his lap as he sat up. He breathed deeply through his nose as he tried to determine if the pounding he was hearing was from his head or the door.
He grimaced when the knock sounded again. He threw off the blanket and stiffly rose. Dimitri was snoring on the rug in front of the fire. He grumbled when the third knock sounded and rolled over, knocking several empty bottles of whiskey over as he turned.
Sergei staggered to the door. It took him several tries and a few curses before his hand found the doorknob. He jerk
