He stared at me, and my gaze didn't shift from his.
I didn't know if he was ever going to answer my question because that chance was ruined by the sound of approaching footsteps.
“Dimitri,” The soft feminine voice with a hint of a Russian accent cut through the silence, and the footfalls stopped a few steps behind us.
I didn't have to turn around to know who it was. Alessandra Udinov.
She called his name again before he inhaled but his arms on me remained.
“What's it?”
“Bale is here. And he came with the others,”
Dimitri shifted his eyes to her for a moment, before bringing them back to me.
“Keep practicing, Elena. And instead of getting easily distracted, think of the one person you'd like to put a bullet hole in their head. Then focus and channel your rage on that person, you'
