CHAPTER 11
VIKING
Viking stared down at Elena. Her cheeks were flushed from fever. Sweat darkened her hair and plastered it to her skull. All in all, she looked pretty damn weak. And wasn’t that a pity? He was really looking forward to tearing her a new one.
He’d returned to Kristoff’s house an hour ago. After nearly being gunned down at the twins’ house, he didn’t have much choice. He’d gone for obscurity when taking his daughter there, considering no one would think of looking for her there. He’d been wrong. So, now he was going for tucking Vicky into Kristoff’s mansion, which was a fortress. Anyone crazy enough to launch an attack here would be overrun by dozens of Romanov soldiers. The entire block housed higher-ranking brigadiers and their crew. One word and the place would be swar
