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Sasha"Sasha Ivanovsky!"My eyes shoot up to see Nikolai rushing in my direction. I was about to get into my car because I'd heard rumblings about strange men being spotted near Katerina's dance studio My plan was to check it out, if only to distract myself."What is it?" I ask as Nikolai draws near.He keeps his voice low as he pulls out his phone. "I was reviewing security camera footage. This is from yesterday, around ten in the morning."Curious, I watch the video. In it, I spot a white van rolling through the gates. It parks close to the side of my mansion by the door that leads to the storage rooms in the kitchen. Two people climb out, open the back of the van, and start unloading boxes, including a large one that seems unusually heavy."What am I looking at?" I ask. "Danil always gets deliveries like this.""He gets them on Tuesdays," Nikolai says flatly.The hair on the back of my neck stands up. Yesterday was Thursday. Gripping the phone, I put it closer to my face, squinting

SashaWhen I open her bedroom door, Katerina is facing away from it on her knees, her upper body under her bed. The sound of the door startles her; she jerks backward, banging her head on the wooden edge of the bedframe with a gasp. "Sasha!" Her eyes are wild with paranoia.She's terrified I found out about her plans. She thinks I'm going to stop her."It's okay," I say, though I hear the constrained emotion in my voice that says it's anything but okay. "I know what's going on. I'm not here to stop you.""You're not?" She shifts from foot to foot. Her eyebrows scrunch together over the bridge of her nose. The doubt comes off her in waves. In that moment, I grasp how damaged our relationship has become. It doesn't matter that I've only just realized how powerful my love for her is. My immense desire for her runs parallel to the distrust fomenting between us.Maybe one can't exist without the other. It's an awful thought. I squash it down so I can speak. "The last thing I want is for yo

SashaI'm having the nightmare again.Katerina's sweet face, turned pallid from death, stares blindly up at me. I wipe blood from her cheeks, spreading the color until it looks like blush on her dead skin.Whether I'm awake or asleep, I can't escape the tragedy of losing the woman I love.A hand shakes me roughly and I sit up, coming awake at the sight of Mikhail standing over me in the darkness of my bedroom."What's going on?" I demand."Pakhan, it's the dance studio." He shows me his phone. My eyes take a second to adjust, but when they do, I stare hard. Fire twists in a torrid dance around the remaining structure on the screen. The building is blackened by smoke. Red and blue lights from police and fire trucks are flashing. "It's been burned to the ground.""When did this happen?" I snarl, throwing my covers aside."Just twenty minutes ago. I came as soon as I was notified.""That long?" I snap, throwing clothing on as I speak. "Was no one watching?""There was a shift change," he

Katerina"Katerina?" My mother rushes to my side. She uses my name freely now that we're alone. "Oh, dear, it's okay to cry! You must be so happy right now!"Scrubbing my eyelids, I don't answer. I can't tell her what's making me act like this. She will never understand my feelings. Not after what happened to her.No ... I can't burden her with this.It would hurt her too much.Worse, we might even fight; I don't have the energy for that. We can't leave this house. An argument would boil over, driving us mad with nowhere to run for privacy. Without lifting my head, I let out a few shaky breaths. "I'm okay, Mom. Everything is fine.""Yes, yes, of course it is! You're going to have a beautiful, healthy baby!"New tears pour out endlessly. Yes. I'm going to be a mother.If only I didn't have to do it alone.Fabiola bursts into the room. "Oh my gosh!" she shouts. "Did I miss it? Ugh! I'm so sorry, Katerina!"I shake my head with a weary smile. "Don't worry about it. It won't be the last t

SashaA bullet grazes my shoulder. I don't feel any pain, not even as the blood saturates my jacket.Adrenaline is a hell of a drug.Ducking behind a stack of boxes, I try to get a bead on my attacker. He's around my age, maybe older, with three different scars across the bridge of his nose. Lavrentiy ... another brigadier. Reaching for my Glock because my pistol is empty, I prepare to fire back. Before I do, Mila springs from the shadows.Like a large cat, she lands smoothly on top of Lavrentiy's shoulders. She's half his size, but with her knife to his ear, cutting it clean off, she drops him to the ground. He screams in agony as blood pours down his neck and shoulder."That's it!" she laughs, stepping over him as he bucks on the floor. She stamps her foot on his windpipe as hard as possible. "Cry for me, Lavrentiy. Just the way you made me cry for you all those years ago."Lavrentiy's shouting has distracted the other men; I take the opportunity to pick off three more of them. My G