“I still think this is a terrible idea.” Dimitri adjusts his earpiece as he drives, his eyes constantly checking the mirrors.
“It’s gonna be fine, Dima.” I smooth my hand over Sofiya’s carrier, though she’s not with us. I left her with Mrs. Christianson, one of our most trusted household staff. Being separated from her makes my skin crawl, but bringing her to meet Natalie would be an even worse risk.
“The boss is going to kill me,” Dimitri mutters. “Then probably resurrect me just so he can kill me again.”
Fair question. I’m not so sure, honestly.
When I left the compound, I told Vince I was visiting my mother—which wasn’t entirely a lie. I did stop by her room, kiss her forehead, and whisper that I’d be back soon. She was sleeping, as she does most of the time now, her body surrenderi
