Dimitri's POV
"Alexei?" I whispered.
The figure stepped closer into the light.
And I saw the face.
It wasn't Alexei. It was Mikhail.
His face was grim and tired. He looked like he had aged ten years overnight.
"It is just me," he said quietly.
Relief and rage warred inside me.
"Untie me," I demanded. "NOW!"
"I...