“But Phoenix and I aren’t exactly seeing eye-to-eye lately. I’m not even supposed to accompany them on the attack.”
I frown. “What? What will you be doing then?”
“Staying behind,” Matvei tells me. “To guard the prisoners.”
Guard the prisoners? Even I know that’s a menial job, especially for someone of Matvei’s stature. Which means something has gone really wrong.
“So you don’t want him attacking them either?” I ask tentatively.
“Not like this, no. It’s reckless. He needs time to prepare. This isn’t some fledgling enemy cartel on the rise. This is Astra f*****g Tyrannis. And they’ve obviously been keeping tabs on the Kovalyov Bratva for a while.”
I try and move forward, but I’m held back by my restraints. My wrists have deep welts by now. But the pain is negligible in the face of the
