Chapter 157 One-hundred & Fifty-seven

• Maria
• The wrought iron gates loom in front of the SUV, casting long shadows across the cobblestone driveway. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I mentally prepare myself for what comes next. I step out of the SUV and gaze up at Sorokin's castle. My knees shake the closer my feet carry me to the oak door.
• The imposing door swings open, and an old servant greets me. "Welcome, Maria Zakharovna,"