Chapter 70 Katerina

• I'm tucked inside the wine cellar in the mansion. It's set just off the kitchen near the large pantry, down a skinny passage that exits to a delivery door. That exit is always bolted shut, except when it's in use. I've lingered before as boxes were hauled inside. The temptation to try and slip outside was immense. When overseeing the deliveries, Danil stared hard at me once, wordlessly compelling me not to try anything stupid.
• Though it's cooler than upstairs, the cellar isn't a dank place. Sasha has spared no expense in creating an elegant-looking room with racks stretching floor-to-ceiling, packed with bottles of wine. There's another wall stuffed with clear bottles of vodka. Some have labels I can't read. I walk along, brushing the smooth glass with my fingers, counting the bottles out of curiosity. I give up after hitting three hundred and twenty.
• Ulyana said to wait here. It's difficult to believe she's capable of delivering Fabiola to me. I'm already shocked she's helping me, but how she'll pull this trick off has me reeling.