My heart is thundering in my throat and my breaths are coming to me in shallow gulps.
“You’d have to do something pretty bad to deserve that.” It’s annoyingly vague and potentially suggestive.
Trofim’s face flashes in my mind. Mikhail hated his brother, but if he thinks I had anything to do with Trofim’s murder, would he consider that bad enough to deserve imprisonment? Would he leave me down here?
When we reach the bottom of the stairs, Mikhail releases my hand and presses his palm to my lower back. He guides me down a narrow hall and stops in front of a metal door.
“You told me the other day that things could have been easier for you if your father had killed the men who kidnapped you.”
My eyes flick from Mikhail to the door and back again, trying to understand what’s happening. Unl
