Champagne Wrath (Orlov Bratva, #2)

by Nicole Fox

Konstantin blinks at me, utterly blank-faced. It’s like I just spoke a foreign language. “Hello?” I ask, waving a hand in front of his eyes. “Earth to Konstantin. Can you hear me?” He shakes his head. “Hit me with that again. I think I was hallucinating.” I roll my eyes and repeat myself slowly. “Can you teach me how to fight?” “Wow. I take it back: I wasn’t hallucinating.” “Don’t be so dramatic. I just want to be able to take care of myself. I heard from a little bird that you’re great with a knife, so maybe that would be a good place to start.”