Dmitry runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head. “I gave the go-ahead for my men to kill everyone inside that building because everyone inside was working for my enemies—your friend included. But if you’re accusing me of knowingly having your friend shot, you’re wrong. I did not do that. Though, if I had a good reason, I would have.”
I let out a scream of frustration and spin away from him, pacing towards the fireplace. “I need to get out of here,” I say, spinning in a circle, looking for shoes and keys and my purse, though I know they’re all upstairs. I walk past Dmitry towards the stairs. “I need to see Sadie.”
Dmitry grabs my arm and pulls me towards him. His hand is gentle, though his grip is firm. “No.”
“No?” I glare at him. “You’re forbidding me from leaving?”
He nods. “I
