Chapter 70 Seventy

• Mikhail
• A guard pushes the front door open, and I march into Larissa's home. I'm relieved to see the added security, but the atmosphere is contentious as men stand at attention as I pass. I don't need to look far for Larissa. She sits in her favorite chair, ignoring my invasion of her happy home. She shuts off the television, and her guarded gaze meets mine. I know without a doubt that she's aware of my intentions.
• She knows everything. She knows too much.