SOPHIE SCREAMED AS she saw fire bellow from the windows of the second storey. She huddled in the back of the limo where her two bodyguards had ushered her only moments before. “Where is Valeri?” she shouted, but her companions stood outside the vehicle, deaf to her cries. They’d received some kind of alert as they sat at the dining table, and the next minute found herself stuffed in the limo. She was terrified for Valeri, but angry with him at the same time for not telling her the whole truth.
Soon, her guards stood aside as two figures approached the car. The door opened and Valeri slid inside. “Thank God,” Sophie gasped, clutching her body to him like a life preserver. The second man followed, jumping into the opposite seat as the door slammed and the engine gunned. Through teary eyes,
