CHAPTER 20
ELENA
Elena fumed after Viking’s not-so-thinly-veiled threat that she wasn’t to leave the apartment. Stirring her coffee, she tried to come to grips with the reality of her new life. She tried to concentrate on the happy picture she’d drawn her daughter when she’d called Vicky.
Being married to Viking had one big perk. At least she was finally out of the Romanov mansion, and far away from that dreaded wine cellar. But now what? Three days into her life as Viking’s wife, it was the top question on her to-do list, together with buying some clothes and underwear. He’d been ignoring her for the past few days, rising early and coming home late, supposedly because of business. Not that she’d ever asked him where he was going or what he was doing. She wasn’t born yesterday. Vory men
