CLAUDE
TWO WEEKS AGO
“Where is he?” I hissed, shoving off the man beneath me, my fingers slick with blood. “Where is Nikolai?”
Andrie didn’t answer. His grip on the gun lowered slightly, his gaze shifting like he was weighing his options. I didn’t care if he saw me—I didn’t care about anything except finding him.
Nikolai.
My Nikolai.
“Go home,” Andrie muttered, turning away.
I grabbed his wrist before he could take a step, yanking him back so hard his jaw clenched. My hand was trembling, but my grip didn’t loosen. I wouldn’t let go. Not until I knew Nikolai was safe. Not until I saw him.
“I heard something happened to him,” I said, my voice catching in my throat. My grip tightened, nails pressing into his skin. “I need to see him, Andrie.”
A second passed. Then a
