I fumed as I paced the suite of rooms I'd been assigned, arguing with myself. I could have done more to escape this predicament. How had I gone from rescuing Charlotte-easy peasy in and outsie-to being pinned down by a pair of European stalkers in an ancient hotel in the outback of the Ukraine?

So much grief in so little time. I really should have been used to being imprisoned in fancy quarters. Happened pretty frequently. But this time, I was here by choice.

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