She scoffs. "You rearranged my clothes, didn’t you?"
I shrug again.
She shakes her head but is already scrolling through her phone. I watch as her fingers fly over the screen.
She’s searching for someone.
Aria.
It’s six hours earlier in America—she should be able to get her attention at this time of day.
"You took my blonde wig," she says suddenly, her eyes locked on mine.
I exhale sharply. "Do we really need to go through all this? Can’t we just let bygones be bygones?"
She crosses her arms. "Fucking around with my bank account was a low blow, Matvei."
I arch a brow, already opening the door. "I never fucked with your bank account."
She stares at me, brow furrowing.
Who thefucktouched her money? Was someone else fucking around with her?
Fuckingwho?
And then my phone pings.
Goddamn, I have to take this call.
Aria.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Anissa
I wakefrom my dream with a start.
This time, I don’t remember what happened. I just know I was running; someone was chasing me, and it wasn’t Matvei this time.
Who was it?
I blink, trying to clear the fog from my mind.
Instinctively, I pat the bed next to me to feel his reassuring warmth and heat.
He’s not there.
I sit up, glancing at the corner of the room, where fairy lights glow softly against the walls.
My cage.
I wonder if it can be repurposed into a daybed.
Nah.
I keep looking, hoping—because I need to see him.
But he’s not here.
