Chapter 37

Nora's POV

‎The ride back from the bar is a blur of flashing lights and Mikhail's hand on my knee, steady and possessive, like he's afraid I'll vanish if he lets go.

‎I don't push it away.

‎I'm too exhausted, too numb from the blood and screams and gunshots still ringing in my ears.

‎The s...

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