Chapter Eighteen
3 YEARS AND 4 MONTHS EARLIER, NEW YORK CITY
For a few heartbeats, I simply stare at him, at the hard features of his face illuminated by the flickering light of the screen. The movie has started, the haunting music from the opening scene enveloping me with its unnerving beauty. Finally, I force my lips to move. “What are you doing here?”
My words are barely audible, but he understands. His eyes gleam in the darkness as a mocking curve appears on his lips. “Attending the premiere of the film, same as you. My company provided the majority of the funding, after all.”
Lion Holdings. Leonov. Of course.
I open my mouth, only to close it. Maybe it’s the pot muddling my thoughts, but I can’t think of a single response that wouldn’t sound moronic. The obvious question is why h
