Chapter 79

• Now, Viktor clawed back his hair as he stared out the window at the moonlit night, with only the occasional lights of a town to illuminate the Russian land in the darkness.
• In seventy-two hours, Illyra would meet him in Marrakech and provide him with a contract, unknowingly signed by Andrei, that would give him complete ownership of his companies and cartel. He should have been ecstatic.
• Instead, he couldn’t stop thinking about how Lyra had felt, soft and breathless, in his arms all night, as the hot desert wind howled against their tent, and they slept, naked in each other’s arms, face-to-face, heart-to-heart.