Chapter 38 The Western Border
- Aella
- The SUV’s engine hums beneath me, filling the space with a quiet but constant reminder that life, like the world outside the tinted windows, keeps moving. Roman sits beside me, his phone pressed to his ear. He’s speaking Russian, a language I can’t decipher, but the cadence of his voice is hypnotic.
- The man becomes something else when he’s focused—like a sleek blade drawn from a hidden sheath.