“Let’s go,” I say, keeping my tone gruff. “It will rain soon.”
“I’ll expect you for tea,” Elena says before she breezes out of the room.
Lena and I walk downstairs and into the garage. I open the door for her and climb into the driver’s seat.
We say nothing as I pull down the long driveway, passing several guards. The gate opens and I speed away.
We still don’t talk. I’m almost certain the SUV is bugged.
It was way too easy to get out of the house with her.
“I—”
I stop her with a shake of my head.
Thankfully, she listens to me and doesn’t say anything else.
When we arrive at the old cottage I feel the shift in her demeanor. And then a soft gasp.
“I haven’t been here in so long,” she whispers.
I park the SUV and we both climb out.
As we approach the house, she lets out a long sigh.
“I didn’t know he was restoring the dacha,” she says.
I nod. “Apparently it’s your wedding gift.”
She doesn’t laugh. “It was the only place I ever felt safe.”
She doesn’t say the rest, but I hear it anyway. He’s poisoning her special place because he’s that big of an asshole.
Overgrown grass. Broken shutters. Vines strangling the fence. But beneath it—there’s beauty.
I scan the perimeter and have to say it’s not great. Security would be shit here.
Good. That’s what I’ll tell them.
She unlocks the door and pushes it open.
A powerful wave of dust hits us as soon as we open the door. Lena sneezes. The cutest little sound.
“Good?” I ask.
“Yes.”
We move into the house and walk through, room by room.
“I used to sit in that corner with my legs in the sun and pretend I was invisible,” Lena says with a soft smile.
“You still do that.”
She turns with a frown. “Do what?”
“Disappear. In plain sight.”
She doesn’t deny it. Just gives me a ghost of a smile.