| [Bonus chapter] On Her Own

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍 

The nurse began to change the sheets on an empty bed next to mine, and I took out my phone to call Igor 

It rang and rang and rang…

Shit. He wasn't picking up.

I tried again. Come on, come on, pick up.

Nothing. No answer.

Growing desperate, I tried his number for the third time.

"Milan?"

Thank God. "Yes, it's me. I'm in a hospital in Moscow. I almost got hit by a car—long story. But I'm leaving now and—"

"It's too late, Milan." Igor's voice was quiet. "The Kremlin knows what happened, and Busch's people are looking for you."

An icy chill began to spread through me. "So quickly?"

"One of Anthony's people is well connected in Moscow. He mobilized them as soon as he learned about the missile."

"Shit."

The nurse gave me a dirty look as she gathered the sheets into a big pile on the empty bed.