“Where the f**k were you, Cordelia?”
“I just told you: I was in the bathroom, Mikhail.”
Is Ivan somewhere behind me? Can he see me right now? The urge to turn around and find him is strong, but I shove it down.
Instead, I pat Mikhail’s forearm as gently as I can bear to. “Did something happen? Is everything okay?”
He frowns at my gentle touch. Then he follows the line of my arm up, up, up. For the first time all day, he looks at me. Really looks at me.
Then he grabs my hand and pulls me out of the restaurant.
I struggle to keep up with his long strides. “I’m in heels,” I remind him. “Can we slow down? Where are we—”
We duck behind a tall hedge and he turns on me. “Did you know he would be here?”
Warning bells blare so loud I can barely hear him. Can barely think. “Who?”
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