  RIKA POV
  &quot;Shit shit shit shit shit,&quot; I repeat under my breath as my phone starts beeping and flashing: EMERGENCY ALERT FROM SASHA SUKOSHKU.
  &quot;What s going on?&quot; Zoe demands as I press a couple buttons on my tablet, activating the remote microphones in Sasha s jewelry. Zoe grabs my phone to get Sasha s location from the alert software, punches it into the SUV s GPS, and shifts into drive.
  With the rumble of our motor comes an even deeper rumbling from my tablet, a rumbling that s forming words in Russian, followed by Sasha s voice, also speaking Russian and using the contemptuous tone she reserves for our Commanding Officer.
  &quot;What s he saying? What s his problem?&quot; Drake s voice demands, a sentiment I echo.
  &quot;Anselm s there. Why the fuck is Anselm there? What are we going to do?&quot; Zoe exclaims, vocalizing my own thoughts.
  &quot;Hang on. Let

  DRAKE POV
  &quot;Drake, you stupid fuck,&quot; I mutter to myself as Nikki disappears around a bend in the trail, heading back towards that massive Russian psycho. Why did I let her leave?! After so many years of searching, I finally find her, and then I let her go off to…somehow get rid of a crazy dude who s obsessed with her?! What the hell was I thinking?!
  I wasn t. It s hard to think straight when she s close. And that kiss….
  Stop it, Drake. Focus. I start jogging along the trail in the same direction she did. Maybe I can catch her before—
  &quot;Oi, Drake! Hold up!&quot; a familiar female voice I can t quite place calls behind me. I turn to see Angel and Effie loping down the hill from the performing arts center toward me.
  Right. Nikki said they were coming. But when and how did she contact them? So many things don t make sense.
  &quot;She s not here,&quot; I begin. They 

  SASHA POV
  Well, fuck.
  The moment our lips touch, Drake s body temperature spikes. All his hesitation and fear transforms to confidence and joy instantaneously. His arms wrap around my waist, and I have to admit, he s one of the better kissers I ve met in the field.
  There s no question what he thinks we are, what he thinks I am to him—and no question that I ll have to break his heart.
  Don t think about that now. He can t suspect that anything s amiss. The mission s not over yet.
  Nearby, a man clears his throat, startling Drake and I apart. None other than Anselm himself is lurking in the shadows under the overpass, flanked by two fae assistants. Has he been here the whole time? Doubtful. I would have smelled him, sensed him. The fae must have brought him here directly, through one of their tricks.
  &quot;What do we have here, Sukoshku?&quot; Anselm demands in gruff Russian. T

RIKA POV
  &quot;Shit shit shit shit shit,&quot; I repeat under my breath as my phone starts beeping and flashing: EMERGENCY ALERT FROM SASHA SUKOSHKU.
  &quot;What s going on?&quot; Zoe demands as I press a couple buttons on my tablet, activating the remote microphones in Sasha s jewelry. Zoe grabs my phone to get Sasha s location from the alert software, punches it into the SUV s GPS, and shifts into drive.
  With the rumble of our motor comes an even deeper rumbling from my tablet, a rumbling that s forming words in Russian, followed by Sasha s voice, also speaking Russian and using the contemptuous tone she reserves for our Commanding Officer.
  &quot;What s he saying? What s his problem?&quot; Drake s voice demands, a sentiment I echo.
  &quot;Anselm s there. Why the fuck is Anselm there? What are we going to do?&quot; Zoe exclaims, vocalizing my own thoughts.
  &quot;Hang on. Let s see if I can get the translation software going….&quot; I mutter, tapping more options on the

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