Page 14 of Shattered Altar (Makarova Bratva Duet)

“Thanks for keeping me company, Aleks.”

He inclines his head once—and that’s it. That’s the big goodbye.

Which just proves that our encounter meant far more to me than it did to him.

I’m settling into the middle seat on the left hand side of the plane when a young flight attendant approaches me. “Good afternoon, ma’am. Are you Ms. Olivia Lawrence?”

“Um… I am, yeah. Why? Is something wrong? Did I—”

She beams from ear to ear. “Please follow me, ma’am.”

I stare at her in confusion. “I don’t get it. Where are we going?”

“First class, ma’am.”

“First class?” I say, gaping at her in confusion. “I don’t think so. There’s been some sort of a mistake.”

“No mistake, ma’am,” she says. “Mr. Makarova has requested your presence.”

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