He’s right. I knew this was the case, but why does everything have to be so difficult all the time?
“I’m a fugitive,” he says without pause. “No matter how I got here, and what I was forced to do, I won’t leave this country. I’ll be tried and punished for what I’ve done.”
“He’s right.” Pavel supports Saint’s claims. “For you to leave here, Saint and Willow have to die. You’ll have new identities. We’ll work out a story in case any questions are asked. I’ll make sure my contacts ensure the story checks out. It won’t be cheap however.”
“No problem. I’ve got money.” Yes, he does. Twenty million, to be precise. I know this because he was prepared to use it to save my life.
When Saint notices me gnawing on my lip, he gently releases it, jerking me into the now. This is really happening. “On
