But with everything happening, that’s not a choice either of us gets to make.
Still….
It’s past midnight.
I should leave my office.
I should get some rest.
But I don’t move.
I sit behind my desk, staring at nothing, mind still working through Anton.
Every move.
Every pattern.
Every gap I haven’t closed yet.
I’m close.
I can feel it.
But there’s something about him that refuses to be caught.
Something just out of reach.
And it’s starting to get under my skin.
The door creaks open.
I look up sharply.
Misha steps in, his lips pursed in a way I don’t like.
There’s disapproval, concern, something heavier.
“What?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer immediately.
Just walks in slowly.
That’s when I see the large box in his hands.
My gaze hardens.
“Security found it outside,” he says. “It’s addressed to you.”
Of course it is.
He sets it on my desk and steps back, like even standing too close to it feels like a mistake.
I stare at it for a second.
Then another.
“Misha.”
