That’s Petro, coming back from the bathroom and adjusting his fly as he emerges.
“That was a fast pee,” Emma says.
“I was like a fire hydrant back there.”
He smirks and saunters over to the kitchen sink to clean up. “As I was saying, you don’t have to worry. If anyone can get your girl back, it’s Daniil.”
“So that means that if he can’t, no one can?”
Petro frowns as he puzzles through that one. That’s all it takes for the fear to turn to cement in my belly. Emma’s grip tightens on my hand, but I can’t find any comfort in her touch.
And then we hear the sound of an approaching car.
Petro is the first to grin. “Told ya he’d come.”
I rush out into the night and get to the car before it’s even come to a complete stop. Daniil is in the driver’s seat with Isla slumped next to him, her ey
