Chapter 4

Grigori's not sure how long he lays there with his eyes closed and a sweet dog curled up at his feet, but he doesn't feel any more rested than when he started.

He squeezes his crucifix for comfort, hyper aware of the worn wedding ring on his finger.

They'd given it to him before he got on the plane and, not knowing what else to do, he slipped it on; it fit perfectly.

When he emerges some time later, cautiously walking down the stairs, Blackwood is nowhere to be found.

Zoya, however, is glued to his heels.

She probably needs…