Chapter Seventeen
PRESENT DAY, LOCATION UNKNOWN
“Lunch is ready,” Larson’s voice announces from behind Alexei, and I breathe a sigh of relief as my captor steps back, freeing me once more.
The floor pitches underneath us as we head to the table, which is now set with all manner of delicacies. The wind is blowing hard in my face and the waves are intensifying, the sky rapidly darkening. I almost stumble as the yacht tips sharply, but Alexei steadies me by gripping my shoulders, his hands strong and warm. Keeping his hold on me, he leads me to the table, where he pulls out a chair for me before taking a seat himself. As he drapes the cloth napkin over his lap, he glances up at the sky and says, “We’d better eat fast. It looks like the storm is going to reach us soon.”
Larson nods, uncork
