Nessa claps her hands each time I get a name right. But before the praise can sink in, she’s already holding up another photograph. “Who is this man?”
I study the color photo. I’ve seen it already, I know that. Like most of her other flashcards, this one looks like a mug shot. The man’s graying hair is mussed, his skin ghostly pale. His canines are more like fangs.
Nessa arches a brow. “Try again. He’d never forget that insult.”
“Shit.” I study the picture again and a flicker of some memory from earlier arises. “Kolzak? Kolzak Gusev?”
I give myself an internal pat on the back just before Nessa presents me with another photograph. This time, it is of a beautiful woman with long, dark hair. She’s wearing an alarmingly small bikini on a breathtakingly gorgeous beach.
“I haven’t seen this
