Liliana
The drive back to the Volkov manor felt like a dream. I kept touching my face, feeling the bandage on my temple, making sure I was really alive. The familiar weight of Mikhail's hand in mine grounded me, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was still wrong.
Viktor had gone to his manor to do a befitting burial for his daughter who was murdered by Lucian.
"Are you sure we should go back there?" I asked as we passed through the iron gates. "What if someone's waiting for us?"
"Dmitri swept the entire property this morning," Mikhail said, his thumb stroking across my knuckles. "It's clean. And with Vlad dead, there's no one left who wants to hurt us."
The manor looked exactly the same as when we'd left it more than four weeks ago, going from one motel to another, but e
