Chapter 10
Oleg
I pass out for the rest of the afternoon, falling in and out of feverish dreams. The worst kind—the type that picks up right where real life left off, so I can’t be sure if they’re really happening or not. I know Natasha came back to check on my wound and change the poultice. Dima stood behind her like her bodyguard. Or maybe that was a dream, too.
In one dream, Story walks out of the Kremlin while I’m asleep, and the bearded asshole from Rue’s guns her down in cold blood.
In another, Skal’pel’ operates on her, removing her tongue, too, so she can never sing again.
Then he’s here in my bedroom with a g*n on her. I jerk awake, a hoarse cry coming from my lips. I lunge for my g*n in my nightstand.
“Hey.” Story’s voice cuts across the room. “Are you okay?” She’s curled u
