VIKTORDamn it to hell!The leather cracked when I slammed my hands against the steering wheel as the tires of my SUV screeched, fighting for traction on the black ice of the Moscow streets. The windshield wipers were sweeping frantically, doing nothing to clear the blinding whiteout of the storm, but I didn't care. I pressed my foot harder on the accelerator, pushing the vehicle to its absolute limit.Lella was here, in my city, lost in the dead of winter, without a phone, without money, and without protection.When Thomas had called me four hours ago to tell me they had lost her in a stampede at Leningradsky station, I had nearly ripped my desk out of the floorboards. What is she doing here? In the middle of the snowstorm? Did she not check the weather before coming here? Are Thomas and Lev that incompetent?She was supposed to be safe in Saint Petersburg, preparing to fly back to New York, away from me. Instead, she's lost in an unfamiliar city and her incompetent, worthless b
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