This f*****g loop has been going on for a f*****g week. Here we go. It started the exact same As I stepped out,I found Mikhail waiting for me near my bedroom door. He held a finger to his lips, signaling for me to listen. And there, clear as day, we heard Maisie’s voice. “Because Mama won’t tell Papa she’s Sidhe and wouldn’t tell Uncle D I was missing, I was in hell for nearly three years? That’s messed up. We need to tell Nikolai and Mikhail.
He gazed intently at the wooden barrier that obstructed our ability to hear clearly, contemplating whether or not to enter. Deep down, I had a gut feeling that Mikhail’s partner was involved in something sinister. Given our troubled past, he seemed to share the same suspicion. I observed him closely, his eyes darting to the side, his body tensing up
