Chapter One Hundred and Eleven 

Irina

The car ride felt endless.

I sat in the backseat of Alexei's black SUV, clutching Nikolai to my chest. He was sleeping peacefully, completely unaware that our entire world had just been ripped apart.

Alexei sat beside me, looking out the window with that satisfied smile on his face. Like he had just won the greatest prize.

I wanted to scream at him and hurt him the way he was hurting me.

But I stayed silent. Because what good would it do?

We drove for what felt like hours. Far away from Moscow. Away from Dimitri. Away from everything I knew.

The city disappeared...