CHAPTER THIRTYHOMEAURORAAurora, the name on your birth certificate is not Monroe.I couldn’t stop reading it.The sentence was only nine words.Nine words shouldn’t have been capable of changing an entire life.But apparently they could.I sat frozen in the back of the SUV with my mother’s letter trembling between my fingers.Outside, five armed men surrounded us.Behind us, Nikolai was hunting.Somewhere out there, Mikhail Volkov—the man who was supposed to be dead—was alive.And beneath the window of the bedroom where I’d grown up was something my mother had hidden from me.Something about my birth.Something about my name.“Aurora.”Aleksandr’s voice pulled me back.I looked at him.He was watching me carefully.Not the armed men.Not Viktor.Not Anya.Me.“What?”“Breathe.”“I am breathing.”“Barely.”I looked down.He was right.I pulled in a slow breath.Then another.It didn’t help.“My name isn’t Monroe.”“We don’t know exactly what letter means.”“It literally says my name
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