As soon as she’s gone, Shura slips through the door. “She could be lying.”
I’m not surprised he was listening in. I’d be more shocked if he wasn’t. “Maybe,” I agree. “But it doesn’t change anything.”
Nikolai and Slavik. Slavik and Nikolai. At the end of the day, they both need to go.
It doesn’t matter to me which one dies first.
The door to my office flies open and Katya hurtles inside. She’s teetering on her heels, a leopard-print dress and thick fur coat drowning out her small frame.
Shura reaches to steady her, but she barrels past him and dives into my bathroom. The sound of her retching answers the questions neither of us have had the time to ask.
Shura rushes to the door, but before he can knock or go in, I stop him. “Natalia never wanted me around when she was throwing up. I d
