Chapter 29

She reached out for the T-shirt Ash had been wearing and pulled it over her head. It swam on her, reaching midway down her thighs. She pulled on her boots, snatched up her phone again and stomped back into the kitchen where Bane greeted her excitedly. She patted his head absently as she headed for the front door.

Boris was waiting for her next to one of a fleet of her brother's tastefully armoured cars. She dialled her brother while making a beeline for Boris, the expression on his scarred up face one of amusement. She would be more than happy to change that. If Vlad planned on ruining her evening, she planned on ruining Boris' by extension.

Vlad answered his phone. "Anastasia."

"Vladimir," she responded in clipped Russian, "Why are you trying to ruin my life?"

"Don't be melodramatic, solstne. Is Boris there with you?"

"Yes," she snapped. "I am about to inform him that he may leave. Without me!"

He sighed heavily. "I am trying to protect you, Anastasia. This man, Asher Bowl