Killian.
I step out into the backyard while Igor follows behind me.
I need to talk to him alone, without Katarina or anyone else listening.
"Are you sure everything’s fine?" I ask Igor, half-expecting him to pull out a gun and kill me.
I don’t know how Igor doesn’t hate me. After all, I’m practically destroying his life. Turning in the Romanovs also means turning in the Ivanovs. And he knew it. He knew that for Dmitri to fall, I had to fall too. All of us had to.
"I won’t lie to you, some of our men hurt," he admits. "Especially Esteban and Iñaki. They’re good guys—about as good as you can be when you’re a killer working for the mafia."
"I’m sorry," I tell him honestly, "but you know this was the only way to keep Katarina safe."
"Does she know what you’re going to do?"
"No," I shak
