FATHER LOOKS THE LEAST REMORSEFUL.
Anyone in his place — any normal person in his place — would feel and look remorseful for what they’ve done. Not because it’s only bad, but because it’s disrespectful to the world and empire they’ve claimed to be loyal to.
Sergei Orlov is an exception to that.
His eyes are cold and calculating as they bore into mine, the corner of his lips curled into what appears to be a smirk, a stupid look for a man of his age. Even his posture, the way he’s seated on the wooden chair in the middle of the room — despite being tied to it — screams nothing close to the type a man waiting to be tortured would have. In fact, it appears he’s been waiting for me.
To see how far I can go.
The door closes behind me with a click, and I feel myself release a quiet exhale, o
