Chapter 8
Twelve hours.
The cabin went from a lonely sanctuary to a suffocating cage. Adrian paced, Viktor stood guard, and I felt the weight of the impossible choice Konstantin had forced upon us.
“You’re not going,” Adrian stated, the first words spoken after the line went dead. He was already loading his spare magazines.
“He has Nadia,” I argued. “If I don’t go, he’ll hurt her. You heard the threat.”
“I heard a threat to manipulate me,” Adrian countered, snapping a clip into place. “It’s a trap, Ella. He doesn’t want Nadia back. He wants you. He wants to eliminate my distraction. And I’m not walking you into a torture chamber.”
“And you’re just going to let him execute your crew?” I asked, pushing back from the wall. “You said she’s an intelligence officer. She knows everything. I
