Matvei’s brows wrinkle as he pieces the puzzle together. “Wait…”
“They wanted us to attack his house that night,” I confirm before Matvei can ask the question. “That’s why it was so f*****g easy to get evidence on his work for Astra Tyrannis.”
“They planned everything.” He whistles, impressed. “Well, f**k me.”
I slump onto the couch. “Do you remember that night? We walked in to see Anna standing over Gibraltar’s dead body. She gave me her sob story. And like a f*****g i***t, I bought every goddamn word of it.”
Matvei clasps a heavy hand on my shoulder. “How were you to know?”
“I should have known,” I snap. “I should have been smarter.”
“You couldn’t have predicted their end game.”
“They predicted mine,” I respond. “They knew exactly how to get into my house. They knew exactly who to
