~Nikol~
I found myself inside a black after our private jet landed. We were heading towards the Red Square. Being forced to come back to this frozen city with Alex made everything seem irritating to my eyes. Rubber tires made crunching sounds over the ice as a parade of royal cars crawled into the quiet capital. People used to roam around this place, but not anymore. Moscow was now like a ghost city after the war, but I liked it that way. The limo kept rolling on a snow-packed street until the great Kremlin Wall came into view.
I glanced at Alexandra, who was sitting like a stone status by the foggy window. She had been ignoring me for this whole boring trip. How could she do that while I couldn't bear the thought of leaving Anastasia to that human girl? Alex was so stupid to leave them
