Alina hadn’t slept.
She had spent the entire night lying awake, staring at the ceiling of her small apartment, the events of the evening replaying in her mind like a nightmare on repeat.
Victor Vasiliev. The gunshot. The blood.
Damon’s haunting words: “You’re stronger than you think, Alina. And now… they know it too.”
But what did that mean?
Had Damon sent her in there to test her? To see if she’d survive?
Or was she just a pawn in whatever game he was playing?
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, the sound loud in the silence.
She didn’t have to look to know who it was.
Damon.
For a long moment, she just stared at the screen, her stomach twisting. Then, finally, she picked up.
“Get dressed,” Damon’s voice was smooth, controlled. “I’m sending a car.”
Her grip tightened around th
