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I don't remember how I got into the car.
One second, I was burning alive in Vladimir's arms, lungs full of fire, blood roaring in my ears.
The next, I was in the passenger seat, wrapped in his coat, warm, suffocating, smelling like him. Steel and winter. The scent of someone who could kill a man without blinking. The scent of safety.
But I didn't feel safe.
Not even close.
Outside, Kustav was still laughing.
The kind of laugh that stuck to your skin like grease.
Like filth.
His voice was muffled by the car door, but the words still slid through the sealed glass, oily and cruel.
"The Fenrir's will must be on the side of this immoral man," he mused, all teeth and venom. "Imagine that. I don't even need to give you anything in return, Vladimir. You just handed her over to me like a gift. Your little prizeā¦ is my fucking daughter."
I gripped the armrest until my knuckles went white.
