[NIKOLAI]
“So, you’re just letting me go?” I ask, though it seems rather obvious now that I’m not locked up in a room anymore.
I rub my wrist, glad the cuffs are off. The skin is still sore from where they were chafing it.
“You’re free to go, yes,” Dimitri says. “Orders from the boss. Can’t help it.”
He then walks over to the bar and pours himself a drink. He doesn’t offer me one. Not that I expect him to. We haven’t seen each other eye to eye for a very long time. And something that hasn’t happened before, I can’t expect it to happen now out of the blue. That would be completely out of his character. If there’s ever a man who knows how not to give a s**t, it has to be Dimitri Alexeev.
“So, what happens now?” I ask, frowning, not sure what game Ivan’s playing here. I have to know why
