LOGIN[ANASTASIA]Ever since I returned from the safe house, I knew I wasn’t about to sit still and look pretty.Not when Ivan was still fighting for his life.Not when the place we once called home no longer felt like home.Not without Ivan.I spent days after my return thinking about the same thing, ove
“Now?” I nod. “More than ever.”This new information gives way to a new expression on his face. Instead of looking super annoyed, he looks curious, suspicious—even careful, if that furrowed brow reveals anything.Good. He should be.Because the thing about moles? They’re not just rats in fancy coats
*One Week Later*[DIMITRI]“The shipments will be at the docks tonight, but you still haven’t decided who we’re sending?” Igor taunted, as he stood by the bar, holding an empty tumbler—something he’s been doing ever since he walked into my office—well, Ivan’s office, but that’s irrelevant. One would
After our fourth round of pure, wild sex, I have nothing left in me. Every ounce of energy drained, I barely manage to pull the sheets over myself before sleep claims me.When I wake hours later, the room is dim, the soft glow of my bedside lamp casting long shadows on the walls. My body feels heavy
[NADIA]“You’re here?” I say into the phone, clutching my books tightly to my chest as I glance around. “Where?”“Outside. Meet me when you’re done with your classes.”A wide grin spreads across my face, excitement bubbling inside me. “Oh, I’m done. And even if I wasn’t, I’d still run to you.”Dimit
The Ivan I know is strong. Unshakable. Even in the worst situations, he carries himself with a quiet, effortless confidence that makes you believe nothing could ever touch him.But the man lying in this hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and the sterile scent of antiseptic, looks nothing l
[NADIA]When I wake up the next time, I know it’s terribly late at night. I sit up, feeling much better, though with a gaping hole in my stomach that’s grumbling and growing due to the lack of food.Shit. How long has it been since I ate anything? I feel like I could eat a horse right now—and I woul
[DIMITRI]The rest of the drive back home is a blur.My sole focus is getting Nadia to a bed where I know she’ll be much more comfortable. She drifts in and out of sleep on the way to Moscow, her body burning up with fever.When Igor finally pulls the car over, I haul Nadia into the apartment. She’s
“Hey,” he whispers, and I realize my head is resting on his lap. “How are you feeling?”I want to answer, but my throat feels like it’s full of cotton.“Don’t,” he says when I open my mouth to speak, shaking his head. “It’s fine. Just sleep for a little while longer, okay? We’re almost there.”I wan
[NADIA]When I wake up the next morning, I feel absolutely the worst.My body feels like it’s been set on fire and every single muscle hurts like hell. I can’t help but groan when I try to turn to position myself better on the mattress, but even a small movement like curling my fingers causes my ent







