“Stay in the car,” I growl, reaching into the center console and grabbing my gun. “We’re beingfollowed.”
He’s gone before I can ask any questions. I turn in fear and watch him stalk down the road towards adark blue car behind us. I can’t make out exactly who is in the driver’s seat, but it’s clearly a man.
“No,” I whisper to no one. My legs are shaking with nerves and adrenaline. “Get back in the car,Nikolai. Let’s go. Don’t do this.”
If we’re being followed, it has to be because of Xena. It’s the Greeks or the Battiatos. I look aroundto see if there is any other movement on the street. Maybe this is a setup. Maybe it’s an ambush, andNikolai is walking to his death.
We’re so close to home. I can see the roof of Nikolai’s mansion peeking over the treeli
