Liliana
I pressed my ear to the bedroom door, trying to catch fragments of voices from the hall below. The Russian accent was too fast, too muffled, but I could hear the tension in their tones. The anger.
My hands were still shaking.
Not from fear of Anastasia, she was no longer a threat, I think. It was from the realization of what I'd become. A catalyst. A reason for war within the most dangerous crime family in Russia.
The bruises on my face had darkened to deep purples and yellows. Each one a reminder of how close I'd come to death. How close I still was.
I moved away from the door and sank onto the massive bed. The silk sheets felt cold against my skin. Everything in this room screamed luxury and power, but all I felt was trapped.
The door opened, and Mikhail entered. His presen
