Liliana
I sat in the back seat of Anastasia's black car as we drove back to the manor, watching Mikhail hold Katarina's unconscious body in his arms. She looked so peaceful, like she was just sleeping. It was hard to believe this woman had tried to destroy our lives.
"Is she going to wake up soon?" I asked, my voice shaking. I couldn't stop staring at her face. She looked exactly like Anastasia, but somehow different.
"The drug will keep her out for a few more hours," Anastasia said from the driver's seat. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the steering wheel. "Long enough for us to get her secured."
"Secured where?" I asked, though part of me already knew the answer.
Mikhail's jaw was tight as stone. Even with everything that he’d gone through tonight, he still managed to look b
