It’s like he’s the professor and I’m the student who can’t seem to wrap her head around the topic at hand. “You should have done whatever it took to keep Adrian from the bottle. You should have let him back in the Bratva, if that’s what he wanted. Who cares if he wanted to join your little f*****g boys’ club again? But no. You had to be all high and mighty about it. So yeah, it’s your fault. No wonder I could never help him. He didn’t need my help; he needed yours.”
He just stands there, taking it.
“You should have done more,” I continue. “You should… you should… have given him a purpose. Given him direction. If you’d been there for him, then maybe, maybe—
“He wouldn’t be dead right now?” Kolya supplies quietly.
Is that what I’m mad about? The fact that Adrian is dead? My hand unconsci
