Which is why the next words out of her mouth make no sense at all.
"Why are you here, Samuil?" She turns her head to face me fully, the gold flecks in her eyes catching the moonlight. "You didn't come here with a gun just to nurse me back to health. Why are you really here?"
She's right---I came here to kill anyone responsible for her pain. That was my first goal.
But the second?
"I knew you were injured and alone and scared. I knew my brother was hunting you. How could I not come?"
She studies my face with an intensity that makes my skin prickle, searching for lies in the shadows. But I've already given her the truth, as ugly and inconvenient as it is.
Despite everything I saw about her moves against me, I was tearing across Wisconsin backroads to reach her. My empire was under sieg
