I turn around to take one last look at Dmitry and my family, but Sevastian is busy putting the door back on the hinges. There isn’t anything he could say to make me feel better anyway, so I turn around and face the dark warehouse in front of me.
I can just barely see the front door we were escorted through the day before, but based on the soft voices I hear coming from that direction, Sevastian was right about the two guards standing watch. One of them just passed by the door five minutes before, so if his calculations are correct, I have ten minutes to clear the area before I’m discovered.
The room is dark, but moonlight filters through the open windows near the ceiling, giving me a small amount of pale light by which to navigate my way across the dirt floor.
Sevastian’s clothes are la
