Yaroslava's POV
The metallic taste in my mouth made me cringe. I opened my eyes, but everything was a blur. It was obvious that I wasn't in a mountain lodge. The bed was too big and too low, and the white sheets clearly didn't belong to me.
“Egor?” I called in a hoarse voice.
But no one answered, and I couldn't think of anyone but Grigoriev. If I had fainted after the injection and the man was due to arrive in the next few hours, it wasn't surprising that he had decided to take me away after seeing my condition.
But where was he taking me?
