Chapter 115

Sofia. The weight of Nikolai’s words settled in my bones. We move at dawn. No hesitation. No second-guessing. We were past that now. I turned to face him, meeting his unreadable gaze. The soft glow of the garden lights cast long shadows across his face, making the sharp angles even more pronounced. He looked terrefiyingly beautiful. I knew that look—controlled fury barely restrained. This wasn’t just about revenge. It was about sending a message. Someone had the audacity to come after me. After us. And they had failed. But failure meant nothing to men like the one who was after me. It only meant they would try again. Harder. Smarter. With more firepower. "We should get some rest," Nikolai said, his voice rough from exhaustion, but firm. I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. "And leave the battle planning to you?" A smirk almost ghosted across his lips, but it never fully formed. Instead, he stepped closer, his hand brushing against my wrist in a fleeting touch. "Sofia. I need you to be a