Soon after, Lucas and Nico went to ‘dispose’ of the body, Theo joined Milena upstairs, and Matteo, Cassian, and I were left in the living room. Matteo pulled me down on the couch beside him and turned the TV on, casually as you please.
“You didn’t even consider it,” I muttered.
I wasn’t even really upset over Hayk dying. I was upset with Matteo. No, not with him. For him. I’d hoped that he wasn’t too far gone yet. That I could change him, maybe. Get him to do the right thing.
“It was a clean death,” Matteo pointed out. “Bullet to the head. That was a mercy I showed him for you.”
I had no doubt that he genuinely believed this. In his world, in his family’s world, the way that you kill a person is meaningful. Death isn’t just death. It sends a message, and the method has to be taken
