DESTINY
“When you asked if I was ready to leave, I thought you meant the party, Marat,” I said, hardly believing I was sitting aboard a private jet, flying to the east coast for the first time in twelve years.
“Oh,” he murmured. “I told you we’d live in New York.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t expect to leave so fast,” I replied.
It was really fast. Like category five hurricane wind fast.
In less than forty-eight hours, Marat Volkov had completely turned my life upside down.
Enri had called me crazy when I told him what was happening. How my one night stand with the Devil turned into me waking up married and moving across the country. But at least my favorite bartender wished me luck.
Other than him, there was no one else to call. I had no close friends in town. My ex-roommate had already left.