He doesn’t look like the kind of person who’d murder his daughter’s first love in cold blood.
He doesn’t look like the kind of man who would abduct his own grandchild and hold him for ransom.
I realize, as I’m staring back at him, that I feel no tug in my chest. No desire to want to know him orquestion him. I don’t care about his motives or his reasoning.
The only thing I want from him is my son.
If he dies in the process, so be it. Just one less problem to deal with in the future.
I don’t have time to ruminate on what that lack of emotion means because just then, Belov turns to mewith a sickly smile. The turmoil in my stomach intensifies.
“I’m so glad you decided to join us, Viktoria,” he says. “We set up this meeting for you, after all.”
My eyes flicker to Ariel for a second. She’
