ISABELLA'S POV
Viktor is here.
No. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening.
I risked a glance over the edge of the roof and immediately wished I hadn't.
The street below is a war zone. Viktor's men and Sokolov's men are in a full-blown gunfight, tourists are screaming and running all over the place, the sound of glass shattering, and bodies falling fills the air.
And in the middle of it all, is Viktor Konstantin himself, covered in blood that might or might not be his own, looking up at the roof.
Looking directly at me.
Our eyes met from the distance. Even from here, I can see the fury in his ice-blue gaze. The determination.
He'd found me.
After six weeks of running, hiding, and trying to build a new life...he'd found me.
And judging by the small army he'd brought, he had no inte
