Chapter 33.

NORA CARUSO The morning sun hit the curtains of my bedroom, but I was already awake. I threw the covers off, frustration tightening my chest. I wasn't his property, I was a survivor making calculated choices. That was what I told myself as I got dressed. I left my room and headed downstairs. The house was buzzing with a different energy today. I reached the medical wing, but the door was wide open, and the bed was empty, the sheets were stripped. "He moved," a voice said behind me.a I turned to see Sergey standing there, looking tired but alert."Moved where?" I asked. "The master suite," Sergey replied. "He refused to stay in the clinic said it smelled like death." Of course he did. "Is he alone?" "Lorenzo is with him and the Capos. They are briefing him on the Prague situation." Sergey hesitated, shifting his weight. "Mrs. Volkov. You should probably... take breakfast in the garden." A spark of rebellion flared in my chest. Yesterday, Nikolai had called my bluff today, I was going to