Ivan POV
I watch my sister's face as she drew the blade across Sylvia's neck. I expected her to realize what she had done and freak out. The first kill is the one that changes you the most, but instead she simply drops the blade onto the floor. She doesn't spare Sylvia's motionless body a last glance as she moves to stand in front of a sobbing Maximus. He is pathetic. Not because he grieves for his wife. God knows I would be inconsolable but because of what he allowed his child to endure at her hands.
"Despite our DNA, you have never been my father or her my mother," she points at a terrified Alexandra. I won't grieve your deaths. In fact, once I step out of this room I won't think of either of you again. As of the moment I stepped foot into this home, I became a Petrov. Zakhar is the o
