He was a monster. He always would be. I turned to walk away for good, but his voice, now a low, dangerous growl, stopped me. "She's a spy," he said, the words hanging in the air like a poisonous fog. "She's been a plant for months. She has been giving us inside information on the Ivanov family."
I froze, the words not making any sense. "What?" I asked, my voice a strangled whisper.
"Tatiana is not my girlfriend," he said, his voice now calm and controlled. "She is a pawn. A tool. I have been using her to get information on the Ivanovs. I knew she was a threat, a liability, but she was a valuable asset." He walked to me, his hands reaching for mine. "The scent of her perfume on me? It was a part of the act. I have to make her believe I want her, to keep her close, to keep the information
