CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I rushed over to Liz to help her stand. Despite what Liz had done, I didn’t like to see her or anyone beaten.
She pushed me back and unsteadily climbed to her feet. “I don’t need your help.”
“And I don’t need you here anymore,” Dimitri said to her. “You’re a horrible woman and worse friend. You served your purpose. Now get out of my sight.”
I didn’t understand his response and apparently, neither did Liz. Her smug smile evaporated and as gaped at him.
“Don’t make me ask again,” Dimitri gritted.
Liz lowered her head and walked over to my front door. There, she paused and turned my way but didn’t meet my gaze that was hard on her. “If you had listened to me, none of this would have happened—”
“Don’t,” I hissed, cutting her off. “You’re the one that pitched me The Age
