The Romanov Oracle

by Molly Tullis

They were each so blinded by their obsession to cover their scars that they couldn't see their injuries were the same.

“Anastasia,” Mikhail’s voice was cold, sharp — a tone she had never heard before. “Who the fuck did that to you?”

You asked me for just one night, but I’d give you all of them for the rest of my life.”

“I’d give you every moment of my life, Anya.”