Mikhail
The ride back to the penthouse was silent except for the hum of the engine and the sound of rain that had started to hit the windshield. Liliana sat beside me, staring out the window at the dark Moscow streets. Her hands were folded in her lap, but I could see them trembling slightly.
“Do you realize what you just did?” I finally asked.
She turned to look at me. In the dim light from the street lamps, her green eyes looked haunted.
“I made a deal to save our lives,” she said quietly.
I smirked. She thinks she saved us? “You made a deal with the devil herself,” I corrected. “Aunt Anastasia doesn't make bargains she expects to lose.”
Liliana was quiet for a moment. “Then I guess I better not lose.”
I reached over and took her hand. It was ice cold.
“Liliana, you don't unders
