Chapter Eighteen
Sable Sizzles
Vance was still sleeping soundly when Nastassia roused him early the next morning. “Wake up. I need you to drive me to the airport. Sable told me her private jet will be ready to begin the first leg of my flight to Siberia—at ten.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“That was my reaction. But Sable has spoken. As a fugitive from the law, I’m in no position to argue with her.”
“What did you do?”
“Elise.”
“She had it coming.” Vance’s mind struggled through his lingering grogginess. “You saved my life!” he exclaimed. “It’s slowly coming back. Elise would have killed me. How could anyone prosecute you?”
“Our judicial system dislikes vigilantes who arrest criminals illegally—not to mention bypassing trial by jury altogether.” Nastassia waved her hand cavalierly. “T
