Chapter Seventeen
Lying on the roof with a Russian rifle in hand, Czarina knew they were out of time. They’d relocated from the apartment, but the rooftop still wasn’t safe. She compacted the stock on her rifle and slipped it into her rucksack.
Ieva crouched beside her. ‘What are you doing? No one else can cover Olesya.’
‘Neither can we,’ Czarina said. ‘You heard Damien, GROM’s coming up right now. We can’t be caught on the roof.’
Ieva’s cheeks flushed. ‘We can’t just leave Olesya there.’
‘We don’t even know her.’ Czarina got to her knees and zipped her ruck.
Ieva took hold of the bag, preventing Czarina from closing it completely. ‘No. We’re not leaving.’
‘If we don’t leave, we die.’
Ieva gripped the half-zipped ruck harder, pulled the zip down. ‘Fine. I’ll take the rifle.’
Czari
