Mikhail
Something was wrong.
I'd been staring at the ceiling for the past two hours, unable to sleep. Every instinct I'd developed over the years was screaming at me, but I couldn't pinpoint why.
Liliana was curled up beside me, finally resting after everything we'd been through. Viktor and Dmitri were taking shifts on watch. Anastasia had fallen asleep in the chair by the window, looking fragile and exhausted.
But my mind kept replaying the conversation from earlier. Something about Anastasia's story didn't add up.
I slipped out of bed quietly and moved to the small table where I'd spread out everything we knew. Documents, photos, timelines. I'd been trying to piece together the Architect's plan, but there were too many holes.
"Can't sleep either?" Anastasia's faint voice came thro
