Chapter Eighty

The steel door closed behind Dmitri.

Anika waited.

Ten seconds.

Twenty.

Thirty.

Only when the footsteps beyond the door disappeared did she let her shoulders drop.

Lizzy turned toward her.

“What the hell was that?”

Anika flexed her bound wrists.

“What?”

“The video.”

Anika looked at her.

“You spent h...

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