Lya and the undertaker

My mother was supposed to leave me an inheritance. Not a weapon of mass destruction. My name is Lya, and eleven days ago, my mother was murdered. Today, I'm locked in the basement of an isolated mountain mansion with two very unlikely traveling companions: my cat, who absolutely hates me, and Viktor. Viktor is an undertaker. At least, that's what his business card says. But funeral directors don't usually pick locks with surgical precision, nor do they break armed men's jaws in under three seconds without wrinkling their suits. And they definitely don't have those icy, calculating gray eyes that look like they're constantly figuring out how to survive a nuclear fallout. My mother, a brilliant scientist, hid the "Prototype" somewhere in this mansion. It's a deadly equation capable of wiping out an entire city—and the government will do whatever it takes to get it back. Outside, drones are circling. Heavily armed agents are swarming the forest. They think we're trapped. They think I'm just an ordinary, terrified girl with nowhere left to run. But they don't know three things. I'm sitting right next to the only incinerator capable of destroying the Prototype forever. I have absolutely nothing left to lose. They never, ever should have pissed off the undertaker. If you love fierce heroines, cold and mysterious protectors, and locked-room suspense dripping with so much tension it will keep you up all night, you will devour this espionage thriller down to the very last page.