Chapter 10 We don't need to keep our guests waiting

TORIA MALCHOV'S POV

THE SUN SHRINKS BENEATH THICK GRAY CLOUDS AS Misha's SUV weaves in and out of lanes on our way to one of his friend's place. When we boarded his private jet, I thought we were bound for Russia, but we took a quick detour to Los Angeles.

Misha is talking on the phone, and I am r...

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