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At first Alicia thought she was imagining it, given where her head had been all day.

And then it hit her. Hard.

She wasn’t hearing things.

She knew that voice.

She’d know it anywhere. Her body certainly did.

Rough velvet. Russian. That scratch of whiskey, dark and powerful, commanding and sure.

Nikolai.

Her whole body went numb, nerveless. The door handle slipped from her hand and she jerked her head up to confirm what couldn’t possibly be true, couldn’t possibly be happening.

The heavy door slammed shut behind her with a terrific crash.

Every single head in the room swivelled toward her, as if she’d made her entrance in the glare of a bright, hot spotlight and to the tune of a boisterous marching band, complete with clashing cymbals.

But she only saw him.

Him. Nikolai. Here.