
by J2C
emotionally serious, culturally specific, built around a family that chose each other rather than simply sharing blood, with a plot that does not let you stop. Chasidy Volkov was orphaned at two when both her parents died in a harbor explosion in Turkey that neither her Russian grandfather nor her Ukrainian crime family grandfather could definitively blame on the other. They spent seven years threatening each other over her. Then they reached an accord. Private schools. Bodyguards. Four trips a year on a private jet. A life split precisely down the middle between a Siberian oligarch who traces his lineage to the Czar and a Ukrainian compound patriarch who has never once admitted he was wrong about chess. She grew up belonging to both worlds completely and owned by neither. At twenty-four she is the youngest Captain in the history of the SBU's most feared special operations unit. Her best friend from childhood is dead in a room. Someone is going to answer for it. But this is not, at its core, a thriller. It is a family saga that happens to contain organized crime. A love story that happens to contain an intelligence operative. A coming-of-age narrative spanning two continents and twenty-four years, ending with a woman finally in position to do the thing she has been built her entire life to do. The emotional center of the novel is a compound in Odesa on a cliff above the sea, where the gate is always open and someone is always in the kitchen before the dark ends. The specific warmth of people who chose each other. Two grandfathers who were supposed to be enemies and who made phone calls to each other — quietly, without fanfare — to coordinate the future of the thing they had built together without intending to.
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