48Yulia
I’ve never known terror this intense, this all-consuming. Lucas is a human wall in front of me, but I can see around his powerful body, and the surreal tableau makes my stomach drop to my feet.
Kirill is standing in the brightly lit hallway behind Misha’s parents, who are wrapped in tangled wires. There’s a gun in his right hand, and in his left, he’s clutching something small and black.
A detonator, I realize with nauseating panic.
He’s got his thumb on the detonator.
“Come on in,” he says in English, looking at Lucas and Misha before focusing on me. A grotesque smile stretches his mouth as his gaze meets mine. “Make yourself at home. We’re all one happy family here, aren’t we?”
Lucas doesn’t move a muscle, even when Misha tries to shove him aside, his young face contorted w
