If he had insisted, I would’ve let him do whatever he wanted, because Maria’s fate was at stake."
"You’re really willing to do anything for her?"
"I’d kill hundreds of people or rot in prison for the rest of my life, just for her."
"Why?"
"What do you mean, why?"
"Why do you act like you owe her something?"
"Is now really the time to talk about that—with a dead body lying at our feet?"
Alexander glances at the corpse and shrugs.
He sits down against the wall and pulls a cigarette from his pocket.
"He’s dead. We’re alive. Seems like a good time to chat a bit before we go."
He motions for me to sit. I eventually sit beside him.
"I’m waiting for an answer."
"You don’t even follow your own rules."
"You’ve intrigued me since the day we met. I really want to know more."
His sinceri
