I sat there, staring at him, for a moment, I couldn't make sense of what he'd just said.
Become a problem like your sister was.
Konstantin had spoken to them so calmly, almost casually, as though he were commenting on the weather but there was something about the way he'd said your sister that made the back of my neck prickle.
I slowly turned away from the door.
“What did you mean?” I asked but he didn't answer. He returned to his chair and picked up the file lying on his desk. He opened it and began looking through the papers, completely unfazed by the question he'd just left hanging between us.
I watched him for a few seconds.
“You said she was a problem.”
His fingers stopped moving, only for a second then he continued reading.
“Is that why she disappeared?” I asked.
This time,
