London, Heathrow – Terminal 5 I walk out of the arrivals gate with Mitra at my side. Roger Boswell is impossible to miss in the crowd—tall above the waiting clusters, his trench coat open despite the late afternoon chill. Beside him, his son Harry holds my gaze, a younger version of his father, the sly…
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The COMC Files Book V Yerevan-Onward
Sandi Elena stands beside Mitra at the check-in counter, passports in hand. The Vienna leg will get them out clean, and Boswell’s promised London air is the next breath waiting. She doesn’t look back up to the mezzanine—not at me, not at Tarmo. A few paces away, Karim signs his own boarding forms. Malta first,…
The COMC Files Book V Yerevan
The door latch clicks shut behind Tarmo, and a rare stillness settles over the suite. Sandi glances at me, but I’m already reaching for more gata, steam trailing from my hair. The air feels lighter now—or maybe just less strictly held. For a few seconds, neither of us speaks. I stand where I gave my…
The COMC Files Book V Yerevan
The room is quiet except for the gentle sounds I make gathering myself—a sleeve catches a red nipple, the glass of tea clinks softly as I set it down. Sandi stays close, her arm draped across the covers, not rushing, just present. A brisk knock interrupts. Before I can call out, the door opens and…
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The door behind me clicks shut. There’s a little relief in the corridor — less pressure, free air, nothing like Tarmo’s suite.But ahead, Elena’s suite edges open and Karim steps out. Not hurried. Not nervous. Just… done. His eyes meet mine for half a second, blank, unreadable, weighted down. He doesn’t give me a nod,…
The COMC Files Book V Yerevan
Her hand tightens around the glass, and the words stay sealed in her throat. I thought leaving was an option. It isn’t. The job, this labyrinth, every shadow I navigate — it’s all inseparable now from shielding Elena. And no matter what world Tarmo thinks he’s scripting, I won’t let it devour her first. The…
The COMC Files Book V Yerevan
Tarmo’s composure shifts mid-breath. Something raw, almost animal, grazes his senses — she can see it in the way his nostrils flare, the brief, involuntary pause. Not a sight, but a scent, faint yet undeniable. Elena. It clings to Sandi like a watermark under heat. He mutters half under his breath, “No distraction…” “What?” Sandi…
The COMC Files Book V Yerevan
For a long while I sit on the edge of the bed, watching Sandi sleep, her bruised shoulder catching the light—deep wine-blue, cuts edged in shadow, finger imprints faded but still visible. Not play. Not conquest. Just the evidence of survival. It’s almost peaceful, this hush. Sandi sleeps, breathing even; I tuck the blanket higher…
The COMC Files Book V Yerevan
I curl up in the armchair by the bed, bare feet tucked against the cushion, watching the slow rise and fall of Sandi’s chest. A soft but firm knock interrupts my thoughts. I open the door to find Mikael standing there, coat unbuttoned, eyes slate in the corridor light. “Tarmo would like a word,” he…
The COMC Files Book V Yerevan
Tarmo waited until Mikael’s breathing settled before reaching for the secure channel. The suite felt smaller with the door closed. He poured a glass he wouldn’t drink—habit, not thirst—and keyed in the feed. Karim’s face bloomed first, grainy. Then Mitra’s, backlit by amber. “The codes,” Tarmo said. “You have them.” Not a question. Karim inclined…
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