#Chapter 64: Russian Nesting Doll

Aurora POV Who is this man? And more importantly: how does he know Gianna’s name? My brain tries to make sense of it, scrambling for any reasonable explanation, but there’s only one answer that keeps circling back with growing certainty. This is the man Dominic went to meet in Russia. And if that’s true… that means he was the one behind Leonardo’s death. A sick twist rolls through my stomach, hot and cold all at once. I don’t even realize I’ve taken a step backward until Gianna’s hand brushes mine. She’s still frozen beside me, eyes locked on the stranger who still sits comfortably on our couch like he belongs there. Across the room, by the front door, three more men stand watch. All of them tall, broad, and silent. Each of them has that same carved-from-stone expression that only men used to violence seem to possess. Their jackets might as well be uniforms for how they move, subtle bulges at their waists telling me all I need to know: they’re armed. We’re outnumber