“You have all gone mad!” Alek cries, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You came into my home, shaming me, and now, it’s time we do the same.”
And there it is. The real reason we’re here.
“Go!” Saint whispers, his eyes urgent. But when I take a step toward the door, Borya stands coolly, reaching into his pocket and producing a gun.
“We’re not done yet.” He trains the gun on me.
I stop dead in my tracks, raising my trembling hands in surrender.
Alek comes to a quick stand, his body vibrating in absolute wrath. “How did you get that in here? Past security?”
My gaze swings to Saint for answers. Is this part of his plan? But when he interlocks his hands behind his nape, looking at this shitstorm unfold, I know he’s just as surprised as I am.
Astra tsks him as she leans back in her seat, e
