I knew I’d come to regret not killing my father the same night I exiled Trofim. I should have suspected he was involved from the very beginning. But even as the rage deep in my gut burns and grows, I want to laugh.
Pyotr betrayed me, thinking my father was going to keep whatever bullshit promises he made?
I almost feel bad killing the fool.
Actually, I don’t. He deserves whatever is coming to him.
“I’ll wait here another ten minutes, but any longer than that isn’t safe,” Pyotr continues. “Please call me before—”
The words die in his throat when I press the muzzle of my gun to his temple.
“Hang up the phone,” I growl.
Pyotr clings to the phone for another second. It’s like he’s waiting for my father to pick up. Like maybe some lifeline will appear on the other end of the phone and s
