Episode 93

Naomi

I dragged the brush through my hair before gathering it into a high ponytail and pulling out a few tendrils to frame my face. I had no idea what one wore to a fake kidnapping, but I figured it really didn’t matter in the end.

I just wanted to stay alive.

The door opened behind me and I smiled as I saw Gavril enter, dressed in one of his sinfully dark suits, the white shirt standing out in sharp contrast to his olive skin. In his arms he carried a bag, which he set down on the bed a moment later.

“What’s that?” I asked, moving around on my vanity stool so that I could face him.

“Your protection,” he answered, reaching in the bag to pull out a Kevlar vest. “I want you to wear this.”

“I’ve never understood why the police put that on but keep their foreheads unprotected,” I said casually as I rose from the stool. “I mean, it’s easier to shoot someone in the head than it is to shoot them in the chest, right?”

Gavril motioned for me to hold up my arms as he slid the vest over my head,