“Does it look how you remembered it?” Mikhail is grinning, watching me through the rearview mirror. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been home. Your dad will be happy. He’s missed you.”
Mikhail stretches an arm across the passenger seat and looks back at me. His nose wrinkles. “You could use a shower. And a change of clothes.”
“Next time you kidnap someone and hold them captive, keep them at the Four Seasons then,” I snap.
His eyes narrow for only a second. Then he chuckles. “Alexander will understand. As soon as you open your mouth, he’ll know exactly why it looks like you were dragged through a sewer.”
Mikhail climbs out of the car and comes around to the back door. He opens it, but I stay put.
I can’t force myself to move. Can’t bring myself to slide across the seat and closer t
