Chapter 160I began to run. My boots pounded against the packed ice, the sound echoing off the rusted warehouse walls like rapid gunfire. I could hear them behind me, the heavy, rhythmic thumping of Sergei’s cane and the shouts of his men; the roar of Cyprian’s SUV engines as they swerved to cut me off; and the silent, predatory glide of Volkov’s armored vehicles closing the gap."Evelina! Stop!" Sergei’s voice was a frantic plea."Darling, don't be a fool!" Cyprian’s shout was laced with an irritation that masked his terror.I didn't stop. I ran until I reached the very center of the square, a vast, empty stage of concrete and frost. Then, I skidded to a halt. I turned, my chest heaving, the blood from my shoulder staining the black tactical gear a dark, wet crimson. I stood my ground. From the north, Sergei and Nikolai arrived, weapons drawn, gasping for air. From the east, Cyprian stepped out of his car, his charcoal tuxedo shirt open at the collar, a Sig Sauer held firmly in h
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