It was hot. And terrifying. Mostly hot. No, terrifying. Crazy, Russian criminals were terrifying, Roan. But also really fucking hot. It took him a couple seconds to realize I was awake. “What the fuck are you looking at?” he snapped. A Russian god sent to torment me? Literally. Knowing that was definitely not the right answer, I swallowed any thought of a reply and kept my mouth shut.
