Adrik
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Happy New Year!!!
The rooftop roared with shouts, glasses filled with champagne clinking. Fireworks cracked open the Moscow sky, white and gold and furious. Snow flurried around us in a frenzy of cold light.
And all I saw was her.
Sera turned toward me, cheeks pink from the cold, lips parted in a surprised smile. Mistletoe hung overheadâsomething Diana had insisted on. I didnât believe in superstitions. I believed in claiming what was mine.
So I kissed her.
Hard, slow, and greedy.
Her laugh got caught in my mouth. Her arms looped around my neck.
When I pulled away, her eyes were dazed. Breathless. Beautiful.
I touched her cheek. âHappy New Year, Zolotse.â
She tilted her head. âHappy New Year Baby. Do you think you can stay alive for me this year?â
I smirked. âN
