“I’m s-sorry… I’m really, really…”
“I said shut up. Or did the blood loss make you deaf as well as stupid?”
A weak laugh. “You’re always… such an ass…”
Of course I am. How else am I going to cope? “Grisha, call an ambulance. We’ll figure out a cover story later.”
I lift my brother up and carry him out of the room. There’s another tunnel, one that leads to the surface. With April holding down the fort and Petra stuck handling business with her new men, we’re finally alone.
For a while, neither one of us speaks. It leaves me with time to think—about the past twenty-four hours. About everything. About the betrayal.
And about the one part that doesn’t add up.
“Is…” Yuri coughs as I carry him out. “Is Petra… okay…?”
“She took out damn near fifty guys. She’s just peachy.”
Another coughi
