I notice them the moment I leave the restroom. Two men in suits, standing at the other end of the hallway, their eyes fixed on Sergei. Diego wasn’t lying.
“Everything okay?” Sergei asks when I approach him. “You look pale.”
“Yup, all good.” I nod and manage a fake smile. “I just have a headache.”
He places his hand on the back of my neck and tilts my head up. “Do you want us to go to a doctor?”
“Of course not. It’s just a headache. It’ll pass. And anyway, we have plans, don’t we?”
It takes immense control to keep my cool as he leans in and kisses me. Only the knowledge that Sergei could get killed if he finds out what’s going on keeps me from bursting into tears. I take his hand and let him lead me out of the mall and toward his bike. All the while, I’m crumbling inside.
The ride bac
