Mikhail
The old church on Nevsky Prospect looked like a graveyard in the moonlight. Its crumbling stone walls and broken windows seemed to whisper warnings as I approached, but I ignored them. I had to know the truth about Anastasia, about Nikolas, about everything that had been tearing my world apart.
My footsteps echoed on the cracked pavement as I walked toward the main entrance. The gun tucked inside my jacket felt heavier than usual, but I kept my hands visible. If this was a trap, I didn't want to give anyone the chance to shoot me before I got answers.
The massive wooden doors was slightly opened, revealing nothing but darkness beyond. I paused at the threshold, every instinct screaming at me to turn around and leave. But I couldn't. Not when Liliana's life might depend on what I
