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Gregor Federov woke up in his favorite place, tangled up with Vesna.
Only occasionally did she spend nights with him outside the club. But they were becoming more frequent, twice this month, and the month wasn’t over yet.
But what had woken him wasn’t the lovely Vesna. She slumbered soundly beside him.
His cell phone vibrated loudly on the nightstand.
He snatched it up before it could rouse her.
“Ty ne znayesh', kotoryy chas?” He asked, because he had no idea what time it was. Just dark.
“Hey, Monster.”
“Hey, Beastmaster. I was just having a dream about…” Two dogs and a horse dying in the mud of the Siberian village he’d never expected to escape? Thankfully the dream faded fast. “…never mind.”
Hearing from Clarissa Reese twice in a single night was… He was going to say unusual,
