Thinking back, I can see it. Xena sat in meetings with Giorgos. She spoke up without being asked. Shemade demands without consulting her brother. I assumed Giorgos was a pushover, but I neverassumed he was the false front of Xena’s operation.
But that was my own failure of imagination.
“Yes. Whether my father accepted it or not, she wore the crown,” Christo says. “Your engagement iswhere things started falling apart. I think it might be the first time in her life that Xena didn’t get whatshe wanted. I’ve never seen her so unhinged. She ran into that club you and Arslan were in by herself,armed with nothing but a pistol.”
“She shot up the club?” I curse under my breath. “If I’d caught her that night, none of this would behappening.”
“No, it would still be happening. My fat
