Chapter 147

Sofia. The scent of death still clung to my skin. Even after we had left the warehouse, after we had burned the bodies, after I had washed my hands clean of the blood—I still felt it. Felt it under my nails. Felt it in my fucking bones. I sat in the back of the car, the engine humming beneath me, the city lights flickering past in a blur of gold and white. My reflection stared back at me in the window, eyes dark, empty. I barely recognized myself. "Petrov. Mikhailov. Vaschenko." The names echoed in my head like a death sentence. They had tried to kill Aurelio. They had wanted me alive. They were unrelenting. The first attack. Sokolov. Their army. Every thing they have done led us to this moment. I curled my fingers into a fist, nails biting into my palm. No one moved in the car. Luca sat beside me, his jaw clenched so tightly I could hear his teeth grinding. Nadei was on my other side, his knuckles still bruised, still stained with a red that no amount of scrubbing would erase. Nikolai