Lost in Moscow's Secret
Gen-Zs wouldn’t know romance if it hit themwith a bus.
“You act like someone has forced you to pout for two days.”
I was not pouting. “Would you go traipsing about a house occupied by someone who wants to kill you?”
“I excel at many things, but God did not create me to be nurse.” “No kidding.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I do not wish to nurse you while you sulk, so I tell you, the men who tried to kill you are dead.”
I swallowed. “Dead?”
“Mertvy.” Dead. Picking up the bowl of soup, she said, “I had to wash their brains off the drive.” Then she sipped her spoonful like a lady.