Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
The remote doesn’t work, and with my fingers as cold as they are, it takes several tries to get the key into the lock. When I’m finally in, I slap the locks down and start the engine. I’ve never been in such a hurry to get away from here. Never been so spooked, not for a long time now.
I’m safe. It was just a deer. I’m jumpy because of the anniversary. That’s all.
I keep telling myself that as I drive a little too fast down the mountain road, only glancing in my rearview mirror when I think I see a flash of headlights, but in the cover of low clouds and the thickening snow, I see nothing. I’m alone on the road. Just me. And after one more turn, I’m back in civilization.
Safe.
11
Lev
Katie fucking March.
She gets out of her piece of shit Jeep and walks around to the back. For a split second, I question if it’s really her. The magenta hair is gone, replaced by a natural red. Her clothes aren’t the same either. She’s wearing a winter coat and boots, but they look cheap and sad, and I don’t like it.
I don’t like any of this fucking scenario. When Alexei told me he’d finally gotten a hit on her, it was difficult to accept. Even now, I still can’t be certain. Not until she turns and glances in the direction of the woods, as if she can feel me watching her.
My breath pauses, and I can’t even bring myself to blink. I know it’s impossible, but it feels like she’s looking right at me, and now, it’s undeniable. Katerina has been holed up in the mountains of Colorado, hiding from me.
Adrenaline rushes through my veins as I consider what happens now. I have searched for her so long, compounding my frustrations into a low simmering rage. She ran out on me, and she took something very important with her. Logically, I know what I have to do. What Vasily expects of me. But seeing her after so long has triggered something else in me. Something I never expected to feel again.
Katerina returns her attention to the back seat of the Jeep, and in a split second, everything changes. I don’t know what I’m expecting, but when she hauls out a little boy, it sure as fuck isn’t that.
My fingers turn rigid around the binoculars as she glances around one more time and heads toward the entrance. Surely, he can’t be hers? Ice enters my lungs as I drag in a deep, painful breath and release it. She works at a school. Perhaps he’s a student here. But logically, I know that can’t be true.
I can’t tell from this distance how old the boy might be. But I can only surmise that Kat didn’t wait long to run off and set up a new life with somebody else. That betrayal burns the blood in my veins as I watch them with an intensity I can’t shake. It only gets worse when another man approaches her. They seem familiar, but not familiar enough that he could be a husband. Regardless, it’s evident that he wants to find his way into her pants as he tosses out easy smiles and pretty words.
He looks like a fucking douchebag in khakis, and I’m willing to bet he bought a pair in every color from his local Sears before they went out of business. Motherfucker.
I retrieve my phone and snap a few photos, aware they are probably too blurry to do anything with. But I send them to Alexei anyway, hoping he can give me some background on this piece of shit sniffing around Kat like he has a right to.
She disappears into the school with the little boy in tow, and I spend the day staking out her environment. It’s fucking freezing up here in the mountains, but I can’t bring myself to move. Now that I’ve found her, I’m not willing to let her out of my sight.
At lunch, she takes a short drive up into the mountains and spreads some flowers out along the overlook. Today, it has been four years since that clusterfuck of events transpired. And it’s clear that Kat is still in mourning for her friend. A fact that grates the raw wound in my chest whenever I think about Nina von Brandt and her mother. They didn’t deserve to die that way, and I have every reason to believe Kat thinks I’m responsible for it. Why else would she be here out in the middle of nowhere?
I follow her back to the school, careful to keep my distance, and she spends the rest of the afternoon there. When the bell rings, it isn’t long before she’s traipsing back out to her Jeep with the little boy in tow. When I consider that someone else touched her and impregnated her, acid coats my throat. I don’t want to believe it. But the only alternative to that notion is something else that seems too farfetched for me to accept.