Chapter 38.

NORA CARUSO I woke up with a gasp that tore through my throat like a sob. I sat upright, my chest heaving, the silk sheets tangled around my legs, and the room was pitch black. The silence of the estate was heavy, pressing in on my eardrums, suffocating me. I pressed my palms against my eyes, trying to push the image of the warehouse back down into the depths of my subconscious. My skin was clammy with cold sweat; my heart was hammering against my ribs. 'It's just a dream,' I told myself. You are safe, as there are guards at the gate and cameras on the perimeter. But it didn't help. I threw the covers off, swinging my legs out of bed. I looked at the nightstand, and the Glock 19 Nikolai had given me was there, I grabbed it. I didn't bother changing out of my nightgown. I just grabbed my robe, cinching the belt tight around my waist as if it could hold my sanity together. I marched out of the room, the gun held loosely at my side. I moved through the hallways, I reached the basement doo