Chapter TwelveMarlowe Sage Kunetsov I held my elbow to myself the entire ride. I kept my eyes on the window as I studied the streets we drove through. In my years of being in this city, I had never been to this part of it. It suddenly clicked to me that there was a real possibility that I was no longer in New York. The environment just wasn't the same. And this meant I was farther away from my home and everything I knew than I thought. I wanted to ask Mikhail, but I didn't want to say anything to him. I took a deep breath and slipped my feet out of the heels. I didn't want to push myself more than I needed to and for longer than I needed to. “You need to fix that frown,” Mikhail spoke for the first time since we got into the SUV. I stiffened, feeling hatred burn through me. “You're my plus one tonight. You cannot embarrass me, so sulk all you want, but you need to pull yourself together before we get out of this car,” he said with a sickening level of arrogance. I couldn't help
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