Of all the things Desya stole from me, I never thought he’d steal a punch.
But it was Brad Baldwin’s face, and I’d really been looking forward to punching it, so I can’t help a hint of resentment.
For that, and also for the fact he came back from the dead. Again.
I search for shock inside me, but find none. I guess part of me must have known all along. With ghosts like Desya Bogdanov, itain’t over ‘til you see a body.
But right now, Desya isn’t my main concern.
“Mia.” I fight to keep the emotion out of my voice. Seeing her in Brad’s clutches nearly made me break my promise not to shootthe bastard dead. “Get away from there.”
“What, no thanks for me?” Desya scoffs. “I just saved your girl there, brother. A little gratitude would be nice.”
“Thanks.” I say it as dryly as I can. “Now, l
