“You never know with the Wolf of Verkhoyansk. He’s very busy. Always someone to kill or—” He stopped talking and cleared his throat. “The what?” The giant wolf tattoo on Sasha’s stomach immediately came to mind. I wondered which came first, the name or the tattoo. Either way, I didn’t know if I should be impressed my kidnapper had a criminal nickname or terrified. “That’s what they call him,” Ivan said quietly, almost reverently. “Like a code name?” “Like a warning.” “Is he supposed to be like the bogeyman?” I chuckled at Ivan’s wide-eyed expression. He shook his head emphatically. “He’s
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