“Could it have been Ruslana?”
My head snaps up. “Yes. It was Ruslana. Do you know her?”
“She was the daughter of one of the Bratva’s soldiers.”
“Was?”
“Her body was found around the time you escaped. A day or two earlier, I think.”
I shudder and bury my face in the crook of his neck. She couldn’t have been more than a year or two older than me.
“Will you be in trouble because you didn’t go to the club tonight?” I ask, trying not to think about the girl with a long blonde braid and how it easily could have been me.
“I’ll go tomorrow.”
“Can I come with you?” I ask.
A kiss lands on the crown of my head. “Of course.”
Pavel
Soft tones of a delicate melody reach my ears as I exit the elevator. I walk up to the door of my apartment and pull the keys out of my pocket. Lately,
