I feel incredibly cold all of a sudden. And sad. So deeply sad that I feel like I need to sit down from the weight of it. Not that Daniil gives me the chance. He takes a step forward, probably anticipating a cringe. But I just stand there, frozen in place, waiting for something.
I just don’t know what.
“Y-you were there when it happened?” I ask in a small voice.
“Yes,” he says harshly, offering nothing else. “Standing there, watching her suffer. He made me watch. I tried to call for help, and he ordered me to stay in place. To not move a f*****g muscle.”
“Why? Because my father was the don, and I was his heir, and whatever he commanded, I was required to obey. It was his most absolute rule. He expected obedience from every man who answered to him, and I was no different. He wanted to b
