Chapter 26

During our drive back home, I can’t help but notice how obvious Viktor Morozov is. Vance sits beside me in the limousine, but it doesn’t quiet the unease coiling in my ribs. Viktor Morozov told me he knows my secrets—and he looks like he’s still waiting for me to make the first mistake.

A man like Viktor Morozov never admits he’s empty-handed.

Is that what he wants?

I turn to the window, watching