CHAPTER 058HER EYES, THEY'RE DIFFERENT POV(FREYA)The place was not what I expected.A Russian bar. I’d pictured icy stares, vodka shots, and maybe a bear head mounted on a wall. What I got instead was... people laughing? Music bouncing off brick walls? A warmth I didn’t think Russia had?“This is oddly cheerful,” I said, leaning toward Alan as we stepped in. He was scanning the room, one hand in his coat pocket, the other motioning for me to stay close. “Where’s the brooding? The mystery? The scary mafia vibes?”“Maybe they’re on vacation,” he said dryly, then added under his breath, “Give it five minutes.”We found a seat near the bar, the glow of neon lights painting the air around us in soft pink and purple. I glanced at the women, sharp cheekbones, painted lips, laughter that rang like bells. All so tall. So elegant.“Russian women are beautiful,” I murmured, half to myself.Alan paused, then turned to look at me. “Are you jealous?”I smiled tightly, though I could already feel
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