“I’m also one of the people responsible for keeping you alive.”
These Novikov men and their over-inflated egos. I want to take a needle and pop each of their swelled heads like a balloon.
“I’ve kept myself alive for twenty-five years without the Novikov family’s involvement just fine, thank you very much,” I spit. “Actually, I’ve kept myself alive despite your family’s involvement.”
“Up to now,” he agrees with a shrug. “But you know that would have changed the second someone found out who Dante is. Who his father is. He would have been a target.”
I stare down at the comforter, picking at the delicate embroidered flowers along the edge. “That’s why I wasn’t going to let anyone find out.”
Easier said than done, I know. But at least out there we were free.
“It would have come out sooner
