Adrik
The jet wheels touched down with a soft groan against the frostbitten tarmac, a reminder that we were no longer flying above it all. We were landing right back in my past.
Russia.
Outside, Moscow's early winter greeted us with a gray sky and drifting snow. Through the fogged window, I could just make out the familiar sprawl of the airstrip cold as the memories waiting beyond it.
I didn't wait for the plane to taxi. The moment the engines began to hum into rest, I unbuckled and rose, careful not to jostle Serafina as I gathered her in my arms.
Her skin was still too pale, and her breathing was shallow. But she was alive.
“Careful with the door,” I snapped at the flight attendant who immediately scrambled to comply.
Sergei was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes bloo
