“Do you think she’s dead?”
It’s a good question.
Through the dusty glass panes of a window that saw better days a decade ago, I can barely make out the still form lying on the shady motel room’s vomit-yellow, flower-splotched carpet.
Cassiopeia Rundel could be dead.
From this distance and with the terrible visibility, I can’t answer for certain.
Dmitri Turgenev, my second-in-command, nudges me at my lack of response. “Well?”
I grunt.
He scrubs his floppy blond hair out of his eyes, muttering, “The men are in the car. You can talk.”
My brow furrows as I shoot him an impatient look and sign, “You need a haircut.”
He squints at me. “I might if you told me to.”
“When do I ever talk?” I dismiss.
He mumbles something beneath his breath then switches to Russian: “You’d think I’d get used to you being a mute after eighteen years of knowing you, wouldn’t you?”
With a pointed stare, I nod.
“Why is it you can talk to Misha? I mean five words are five words. Why do I get zero?”
This time, his petulance has me rolling my eyes even as I wipe at the glass to try to clean it. I need to know if the woman is dead or not because there’s no sense in wasting my time on rescuing a corpse.
Avid reader of all things romance, she first started her career as a why choose author in both contemporary and paranormal. She eventually made her way to MF romance where she found her groove with the O’Donnelly brothers, the Satan Sinners and most recently the Valentini Family.
In her back list you can find some MM, MF, MFM and Why Choose romances. HEA guaranteed!
When not writing Serena is either reading, traveling or coloring.
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