DAMIAN
I pace the breadth of my bedroom for reasons unknown to me. A look at the balcony tells me that dawn is near.
I haven't slept a wink all night.
My brain chooses to replay Alice's warning. “You will have yourself to blame if anything happens to that poor girl. Have you no conscience anymore? This isn't how I raised you to be, Kristoffor Damien Kastorov.”
She might have raised me but the one time I have seen her lose her cool is when Zoran has smashed my head in with an iron rod while we were playing.
Why the hell am I letting Alice's words get to me and why am I losing sleep over it?
She's getting punished for acting out of control. If I wanted her dead, there'd be no need to go through the hassle of bringing her to Sochi.
I make my way over to the balcony, drinking in th
