Chapter 41 Two: Georgina
- This is it. I’m finally free.
- I get a running start and slide across the hood of Aleksei’s black Mercedes, my butt making a long squeaking sound. Sticking the landing on the other side, I throw back my hands like I’ve just dismounted the uneven bars at the Olympics.
- Watching me through broody, slate – gray eyes, Aleksei tosses my final suitcase into the trunk without cracking a smile.