Liliana
The motel room was disgusting. Stained carpet, peeling wallpaper, and a bathroom that looked like it hadn't been cleaned since the Soviet era. But it was off the grid, paid for in cash, and the manager asked no questions. After the warehouse, that was all that mattered.
Mikhail made sure we didn't go back to the safe house we were hiding before since it might have been compromised.
For how long are we going to be hiding? I wondered.
Anastasia had refused to stay with us. Saying the place was too ugly for her to put her head. God knows where she is.
I sat on the lumpy bed, watching Mikhail pace back and forth like a caged animal. He'd been doing it for two hours, ever since we'd arrived. Dmitri was hunched over his laptop at the small table, trying to c***k Lucian's phone encry
