Even if I could talk, I don’t know what I would say. Lie? Don’t? Would it matter? Would he care?
“Uri Bugrov’s woman and his baby. I really have hit the jackpot, haven’t I?”
I wish I could see. Or move. Or do anything but sit here behind this veil of darkness and listen to the most monstrous beast I’ve ever encountered murmur under his breath about my baby.
I hear a huge bang. Like the world being ripped apart at the seams. I smell smoke and debris and Boris’s surprised intake of air. Then another huge explosion and the keening wail of a bullet.
Screams. Thumps. Splintering wood and billowing smoke. It’s all happening just on the other side of this drug-fueled shadow. I don’t know who the hell is coming—someone worse?—until a familiar scent hits my nostrils.
Never have I been more rel
