CHAPTER NINETY

Dimitri

I walked down the hospital corridor towards Mikhail's room.

My mind was heavy with everything that had happened.

So much had gone wrong today.

But at least everyone I loved was still alive.

That was what mattered.

I reached Mikhail's room and knocked softly.

"Come in," a weak voice called.

I entered and saw Mikhail lying in bed.

He was pale and had tubes connected to him.

But his eyes were open and alert.

"Dimitri," he said. "Come sit."

I pulled a chair close to his bed.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Like I was shot three times," Mikhail replied with a weak smile.

"I am...