Sins of the Vor’s Daughter
He almost ignored it.
Then the preview frame loaded and he went completely still, still buried inside me to the hilt.
I followed his gaze.
The screen showed Softiya in her wheelchair in the private medical wing. The angle was high, slightly distorted, like a hidden camera. She was speaking into a secure handset, voice low and clear enough for the feed to catch every word. Across from her, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, stood Ruslan “The Blade”—shaved head, heavy beard, the missing pinky on his left hand visible even in the grainy light. The same enforcer who answered only to the highest contracts.