Natalia
He knew. He knew we’d been investigating him.
My heart retreated behind a protective wall of ice and steel as the full weight of the situation hit me. There was no point in pretending anymore.
Slowly, I reached behind me with my free hand, my fingers finding the handle of the hunting knife I kept in a drawer by the door. Old habits from my years in hiding; I’d put it there shortly after the rogues attacked me years ago and had thankfully never had to use it.
I slipped it behind my back, gripping it tightly but keeping it out of sight.
Just in case I needed it, although I hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
“Yes,” I said quietly, meeting his manic green eyes. “I had Mila investigate you. I needed to know if you were the one who tried to kill me five years ago.”
Andrei’s face we
