Liliana
The bathroom mirror showed a stranger's face staring back at me. My eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion, my cheeks hollow from stress. A small cut on my forehead from flying glass had scabbed over, and there were bruises on my arms that I didn't remember getting.
This was what war looked like on a person. This was what survival cost.
I splashed cold water on my face and tried to steady my breathing. In a few hours, Lucian Winters would try to kill everyone I loved. My husband, the man who had become my whole world. Anastasia, who had risked everything to save us. Even Dmitri, who had protected me like a brother.
The water was freezing against my skin, but it helped clear my head. I had to think. I had to be smart about this.
There was a soft knock on the bathroom door. "Lilian
