Chapter Eleven
Valentina woke up the next morning alone. If it weren’t for the faint scent of Sergei on her blankets and the memory of his touch on her body, she would have sworn she’d imagined the whole thing. It was just as well that he’d disappeared during the night. Otherwise, she might linger in bed, and there would be countless questions she wasn’t quite prepared to answer. She stretched and walked into the bathroom to shower.
When she emerged, she still wasn’t quite awake. With a yawn, she grabbed a pair of pants and pulled a tank top over her head before turning to the weapons Sergei had removed the night before. She hesitated and then grabbed a few more, attaching her arm and leg sheaths while an electrolaser g*n went into the holster at her side. It wasn’t her preferred weapon,
