He starts pulling on his clothes in a frenzy. Instead of answering me, he leans in again and catches my lips with his. It’s a hard kiss—forceful, passionate, full of promise. When he breaks away from me, his eyes are bright. “I’ll be back, okay?”
And with that, he’s gone.
The door bursts open and Nikolai sweeps in. “Anything from Kruger yet?”
I’m staring down at my phone waiting for it to ring. “Nothing yet.”
He walks over to my desk but doesn’t sit down. His eyebrows are arched and his skin looks pale. “How did you get the name?”
“Alyssa. She had a dream a few hours ago and when I woke her up, she had that name on her lips.”
“No, but I’m hoping this will be enough. Sit down.”
“I can’t sit,” Nikolai complains, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll self-combust if I sit still.” He g
