Nadia
Sitting on the upholstered green sofa in the living room, I bit each of my nails until I could taste blood on my tongue.
I couldn’t stay still.
Viktor had disappeared through the back door to prepare his surprise. And before leaving, he said I would only be allowed to see what it was when he came to get me.
From that moment on, the wait only made me more anxious with every passing minute.
What could he be planning?
My mind spun with possibilities, replaying the look he exchanged with my father hours earlier. A quick, almost imperceptible exchange—but I caught it. They both knew something and were conspiring together.
And I was the only one left in the dark.
I sighed, dropping my head back against the sofa. Until an idea came to me.
There was only one way to get a clue about
