Eleven
Björn watched the events on the screens with a mixture of shock and unbelief.
Wasn’t it what he had wanted? What he had dreamed about? No. He hadn’t imagined it like this. To come with such a terrible cost. This was a sacrifice he hadn’t been ready to make. But it seemed that Kaari had decided for him.
“Tell me the truth,” he said, and his voice sounded strangely foreign stuffed in this room beneath the river, “Who are you?”
Kaari’s face appeared on the screens, smiling at him.
“I already told you, dear.”
His hands trembled. He was done being played with, done being a marionette. He was annoyed with himself. Angry that he was so easily manipulated. Björn grabbed a heavy object next to him, not being able to distinguish it in the half-darkness, and threw it across the room, scr
