Chapter Twenty-Seven
Rurik
Băjenie, Romania
Rurik floated in an ocean of silence and solitude.
Someone shook him, and an angry whirlpool swept him upward.
He struggled against it, but the shaking continued.
He finally slivered an eye open.
A figure beside him rippled as if still underwater. Pavel? Yes, Pavel. Why would Pavel be in his RV? Rurik tried to sit up, but pain smashed through him, all his nerves ramming so many alarm messages into his brain he almost passed out again.
“Come on! Snap out of it!” Pavel’s gaze flicked right and left, and he hunched closer. “Only the two of us are left. If you take a rifle, maybe we can shoot our way clear.”
Only two of them? That sounded wrong. Rurik sat up more slowly this time. Dizziness swamped him. He clenched his teeth against nausea c
