جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 162

Chapter 161The Prokofiev Pride felt different now. The air wasn't just cold; it was empty. The halls that usually buzzed with the silent, lethal presence of Sergei’s elite guards were hollow. I walked through the grand foyer, my black tactical gear stained with the salt of Russian snow and the copper scent of my own blood. My shoulder throbbed with every heartbeat, but I didn't care. The "friend" I’d called had delivered. The machines were here.As I rounded the corner toward the private medical wing, a figure blurred toward me. "Evelina! What in God’s name happened to you?" Yamelyan’s silver eyes were blown wide with terror. He reached for my bloodied shoulder, his hands trembling. "You’re bleeding. You’re pale. Where is Sergei? He took every man we have and left us here defenseless. He wouldn't answer the comms.""Sergei is busy," I said, my voice as flat as a frozen lake. I brushed past him, my boots clicking with a finality that made Lenochka, who was standing by the door, flin