Liliana
My heart hammered against my ribs as I stumbled backward. The image of that white-wrapped body being loaded into the car burned behind my eyelids like a brand. Even when I squeezed them shut, I could still see it.
Katarina was dead. Really, truly dead.
And Mikhail had been right there, watching it happen with that cold, empty expression I'd seen too many times before. The same face he wore when he was doing business. The same face he'd worn when he told me to leave.
The black cars had disappeared, taking their wrapped cargo with them. But the image was burned into my mind.
My legs felt like water beneath me as I turned to leave the area around the Volkov manor. “Should have taken these f*****g shoes off hours ago.” I hissed.
A chill ran down my spine that had nothing to do w
