Mikhail
The drive back to the manor felt like a descent into hell. Every mile that passed under our wheels brought me closer to a confrontation I'd been dreading since that phone call. Liliana sat beside me in the passenger seat, her face pale, her hands trembled in her lap.
“He's alive,” she whispered for the hundredth time. “He's actually alive.”
I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles went white. “We don't know anything for certain yet.”
“Those photos…”
“Could be faked. The phone call could have been recorded.” I said doubting my words. The evidence was too real.
My phone buzzed against the dashboard. Dmitri's name flashed on the screen.
“What?” I answered sharply.
“Boss, I just got word from our contact at the hospital. Nikolas Orlov was indeed being treated there unde
