AldoEva and Stasia Morozov.Sisters. Identical twins to be exact. Apparently, they lived on the complete other side of the country where they helped run the Russian division on the West Coast. I’d never heard of them. The name Morozov didn’t ring any sort of bells in my mind. Although the Marcel
Over the next hour, I went on to explain everything that had gone on since we returned from our honeymoon. I’d gone over the training and the brief moment of peace. I then went on to talk about the sporadic explosions and attacks around the city. Then I moved into the topic of Vanessa and how she’s
AldoI never thought I’d ever be the one to personally reach out to Dmitri Orlov.But I seriously felt as though I’d reached the bottom of the barrel when it came to possible ideas that could potentially help Layla’s situation. I actually liked the idea of wanting to get out of town for a few days.
Layla “Isn’t it?”Aldo responded by merely shooting me a glare.For a long time, I truly wondered who I was speaking to...The man that was instant on having this pointless conversation—was this Vasco Conti, the warm, kind-hearted man who stole my heart all those years ago? Or was I speaking to Ald
“I’m not sure,” I told him. “I’ll go and check on her in a little while. I’m sure she’s just been catching up on some much-needed sleep.”Goddamnit. I knew very well that wasn’t the case. A huge part of me was hoping that Layla was actually resting and not purposely lying in bed to avoid the rest of
AldoI hated waking up alone.The bed felt unfathomably colder since Layla moved out. Each day, I kept silently praying and hoping that she would want to come back.Last night had been yet another pointless attempt at me trying to get some stitch of rest. But it was a pointless endeavor from the sta