Ost Missing Nine Novels & Stories

“Who are you talking to? That cousin again, or someone I don’t know?” I had just finished confirming my flight. I locked the screen. “I was reading the news.” His face darkened even more. He snatched the phone from my hand and demanded the passcode. “Our anniversary,” I said. Nine years together. Six simple digits. He entered them once. Then again. Then a third time. The phone stayed locked in his hand. By the time we returned to Blackthorn House, neither of us had spoken another word. The car had barely stopped before he helped Lyra upstairs, one arm wrapped around her waist as if she might break.

’ one of the delegates asked, his voice thick with his Russian accent. ‘Reynolds,’ she filled in for him and then proceeded to answer his question. ‘Mr Mustafa is not in right now, but I can assure you he has your best interest at heart. As a matter of fact, he is putting things in place to make our partnership with Russia a success you will be proud of.’