Liliana
I wasn't really sleeping. My heart had been racing since everything started.
My eyes flickered when Mikhail stood up from the bed. And I saw Anastasia sit up also.
I'd been listening to Mikhail and Anastasia's conversation, and every word made me more suspicious.
Something about the way Anastasia spoke, the way she positioned herself as both victim and informant, felt wrong.
But it was more than that. It was the little things. The way she'd glanced at the door when she thought no one was looking. The way she'd positioned herself near the window with a clear view of the street. The way she'd asked specific questions about our security arrangements.
And that glint in her eyes when she'd mentioned Vlad. I hadn't imagined it.
When their conversation ended and Mikhail came back
