Mikhail
A guard pushes the front door open, and I march into Larissa's home. I'm relieved to see the added security, but the atmosphere is contentious as men stand at attention as I pass. I don't need to look far for Larissa. She sits in her favorite chair, ignoring my invasion of her happy home. She shuts off the television, and her guarded gaze meets mine. I know without a doubt that she's aware of my intentions.
She knows everything. She knows too much.
"Good morning, Lara." I approach her and lean down to kiss her cheek. She doesn't move a muscle except her eyes, which follow my every move. She looks ready for battle, but we are no longer children fighting over a toy. "You look well."
Her eyes narrow, and she sees straight through my charm.
"So, you've decided to visit me," she sa
