The Groznyj Grad Living Novel

The fleeting graze of the sniper's mouth warmed him like a flash of mellow fire.

Isaev reluctantly released Kassian and let him step away, back into the bounds of propriety.

The masculine and brandy-rich smell of him lingered in Andrei's territory.

He opened his mouth to say something, possibly an expression of gratitude, or devotion.

The familiar sound of Major Ocelot's strident shouts rose in the background and pre-empted him, as he jerked his head up.

"Sounds like we're being ordered to assemble," he remarked, keeping his tone deliberately unloaded.

He turned back to his comrade, meeting his eyes.

"After you," he said, with a slight upward nod.