CHAPTER 69

I zipped up the purple boots as I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. A thick cream-colored coat hugged my body, and a lavender scarf lay snug around my neck. My cheeks were already flushed from the cold draft sneaking through the window. Moscow's winter was cruel—biting and unforgiving. Far colder than anything I had ever experienced back home. The air outside was like shards of ice kissing bare skin, and no matter how many layers I wore, I never truly felt warm.

I sighed, glancing once more at my reflection. My hair was tucked beneath a woolen hat, and my hands were buried deep into knitted gloves. I looked like a stranger, someone trying too hard to blend in.