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Not just my body—me.

I didn’t know if it was even possible to lie to him. Not really.

Not if I was looking into his eyes.

Because he would see the truth.

But what was the truth?

Did I even know anymore?

Was he my sister’s husband—or her murderer?

Had he really come after me to protect me?

He said he didn’t kill her.

He said Solovyov did.

And as much as I hated to admit it, that made sense.

Before reading the last message Veronika had sent me, I had assumed she had stolen what she gave me as some kind of prank. But when I got her warning, I knew if it had been a prank, it had gone horribly wrong.

She had told me that if anything happened to her…

I needed to run.

I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head, trying to clear the storm of emotions clawing through my chest.

Focus.

Kostya might not have been the man who pulled the trigger.

But he was involved.

One way or another, he was part of this.

And I wasn’t safe around him.

I needed to escape. Now.

CHAPTER 9

KOSTYA

The sound of laughter woke me.

Of course it was stupid to think Var would be discreet about my call for help.

The first time I woke up, it had been to the sound of Marina slamming her bedroom door.

I’d called out for her to get her ass back in the room and untie me, but of course, she didn’t.

No amount of threats brought her back.

A few seconds later, the front door slammed.

She was gone.

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