Nora's POV
I woke up to the smell of Mikhail on the sheets and the dull ache between my thighs. Sunlight sliced through the penthouse blinds, painting gold stripes across his bare back. For one heartbeat the world felt quiet. Then reality slammed back in. The vibration of an incoming call from Mikhail's phone snapped me back from my daze."What the hell do you mean he's gone again? Well f*****g find him!". He snapped, jaws clenched. "Elias is missing again". My heart immediately plummets to my stomach.
Elias was gone.
Mikhail was already moving, sweatpants low on his hips, phone to his ear, speaking clipped Russian. When he ended the call his eyes found mine, cold and unreadable.
"Your brother left your apartment after midnight. Phone off. No note."
The words hit like
