“What’s going on?” I ask Katarina, who also seems irritated by the woman’s presence.
“You need to talk to her… they caught Henrick.”
Shit.
For a moment, my mind clouds, and I stumble, but Willa’s hand intertwining with mine keeps me standing.
Suddenly, a pulse of pain hits my chest; from old memories, from the man he was before he let power poison him, from the father figure I appreciated in my worst moments.
Fuck, I loved him.
I loved him.
And he stabbed me in the back.
Sent me to a beating that almost killed me.
Put my brother to do the dirty work when I announced I wanted to quit.
Kidnapped the woman I love.
Almost killed my brother in his desperate struggle to stay on top.
And yet, after all he’s done, it hurts.
It hurts to think of him behind bars, it hurts to think his l
