Ruslan’s POV
The room was quiet, but my mind wasn’t. It was spiralling with thoughts, loud enough that if I had company, he would hear every single bit of it.
I was sitting in the far corner of my office, one hand resting on the glass of untouched whiskey in front of me and the other tapping a slow rhythm against the armrest.
The ticking clock on the wall grated against my nerves, matching the pulse in my temple that had been throbbing since dawn.
I wasn’t waiting for answers anymore, I was hunting for them.
Just then, the door creaked open, low and slow. Nico stepped inside, his expression unreadable but his eyes told me everything I needed to know.
“We found them,” he said.
I didn’t even ask who as I knew it was Atina and Slade.
“Where?” I asked, standing.
“Abandoned textile factory in Krasnogorsk, the surveillance confirms it. Slade’s holed up with a few men, Atina was trying to leave, her bags are packed, passport ready, and flight in two hours.”
Of course she was going to run o
