Chapter 127
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Nikolai
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The drive took two hours, during which Sylvia never fully woke but became increasingly restless. By the time we reached the isolated penthouse she was muttering constantly.
I carried her inside, noting that the place looked exactly as I’d left it months ago. Clean, stocked with supplies, and completely secure. It had been my recovery base after a particularly nasty business disagreement that left me with two bullet wounds and a permanent dose of paranoia.
The bedroom was simple but comfortable. I laid Sylvia on the bed, covered her with warm blankets and checked her pulse. Strong but rapid—her body was fighting the sedative.
I stepped into the bathroom and caught sight of myself in the mirror. I looked like hell. Three days of stubble, dark circles under my eyes, and a haunted expression that reminded me too much of Sylvia’s current state.
I turned on the shower, letting the hot water wash away the smell of smoke and violence. But I couldn’t wash away the i
