Andrey Volkov stood in the doorway, a dark figure with nothing more than the hallway light illuminating the outline of his impressive, tall frame. I heard the deep, steadying breaths he took and watched his shoulders rise and fall. All I could do was to stand at the foot of the bed, watching him while frozen. Even in that moment, there was something slightly more primal, almost animalistic, in the way he moved controlled yet tense, as if a predator was restraining itself."Elena," His deep husky voice caressed my senses and made my heart restart with a hard jump."Ty prostish' mine to, chto ya' sdelal?""What is it, Andrey?" I finally asked when I heard him speak Russian. "Where have you been? What has happened?" I took a cautious step toward him, sensing something different in the air around him, charged, electric, almost like a faint heat that wasn’t human.He stepped into the room and flicked on the light on the dresser. The dim light lit up his face, and I gasped as I checked him
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