Chapter Nine
“Who are you?”
God, it’s so dark. Why is it so dark? Where am I? Why am I sitting in a chair with my arms tied behind my back?
“Hello, Nova.” A voice practically purrs my name.
“Who the f**k are you?!” I snap.
Suddenly the lights in the room turn on. I’m in a very lavish sitting room, decorated in the 18th century style, except there are modern updates such as a flat screen TV.
There is a man sitting on a couch opposite the metal chair I’m tied to.
“Well? Who the f**k are you?” I ask again.
“The man who will complete you. Ivan Smirnov.”
I snort. “Sorry, Ivan, but unfortunately I already have somebody else claiming that. You’ll have to give me time to shake him off before I can get rid of you, as well.”
How did I get here? Did Ivan kidnap me?
The last thing I reme
