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Zver got to her in time.
And whatever he risked to get her here, and me with her, it was real.
He trusted me.
And I should’ve trusted him back.
“Open it,” Sabine nudges.
My fingers rip through the envelope. Inside: a new passport. Driver’s licenses for Italy and the U.S. Bank account details and two credit cards.
And, whoa. There are a lot of zeros in that account.
I stare at the address.
“Tuscany?” Another journal entry he must've read.
I dream of Tuscany like I've been there. Maybe someday.
“Technically, just outside Tuscany. It’s beautiful. You’ll see.”
My eyes slide back to Elena. “And her?”
“She’ll be… somewhere else.” Sabine’s smile tilts, tinged with something like regret. “You’ll know nothing about her, and she’ll know nothing about you. That’s the rule. It keeps everyone safe.”
I nod. I don't understand everything. But I understand enough that I don't ask anymore questions about Elena.
My gaze drops to the bracelet circling Sabine’s wrist. “Can I… see my friend?”
She slides it from her wrist to mine. “I have a feeling you will.”
“And…” I'm not exactly sure if I should ask Sabine this, but try and stop me. “Will I see Zver again?”
Her eyes meet mine, and there's so much uncertainty in them. “I don’t know.”
She slips away, and I look closer at the documents.
At first, all I see is the photo on my driver’s license. It’s me, no question. Except I don’t remember posing for it—and I look… beautiful. A serious glow-up from my last license photo. Thanks, DMV.
Then my gaze locks on the name—my name—and it’s all I can see.
A laugh bursts up, bubbling in my throat. I slap a hand over my mouth to smother it.
Seriously?
Pom Zapretnaya.
A swirl of tiny flutters rises in my chest.
Yup.
There’s my big, bad, possessive Zver.
Finally.
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