SOPHIE THRASHED BETWEEN the silky sheets. Despite the relative comfort of the Murphy bed that Irina had turned down for her, she’d had a restless night. Her world no longer made sense. Worse, it had no value. She was a pawn, a tool; bait for a bigger prey. The Ministry compromised, Andrew at risk; people dead because of her. Being kept alive only as a means to an end. Fed and watered like a prize pig awaiting s*******r at the appropriate moment.
She could not shake the ominous words Valeri had spoken. Someone must pay. And the more she thought about it, the more it seemed inevitable she would be the one. For fleeting moments she’d thought Valeri could be something more than a captor; perhaps even her saviour. He’d seemed as attracted to her as she was to him, but he was a businessman, and
