Chapter Eleven“YOU LOOK LIKE s**t,” Dimitri said, handing me a thermos. The cap was off and the steam from the hot coffee made me moan.
“You’re a good man.” I sipped the coffee and followed him to his car. He was going to take me to Ulaanbaatar to pick up Cristian from the airport. Mönkhbat and Ganbold were riding in the back, and another car packed with our wolves was following behind. I smirked at the idea of Cristian lodged between my two bodyguards. He was going to love this.
“Ganzorig, are you okay?” Dimitri whispered when I got into the passenger seat.
I grinned and wiggled my eyebrows. “Do I look that bad?”
He blinked, his face void of expression. “You look like death, if death was about to kick the bucket.”
I sighed and relaxed into the seat, fastening my seatbelt. “I know. Th
