It feels like a fist is gripping my heart. I can’t move or breathe. Everything in the room seems to still. “What?”
“Dmitry sold you,” he says plainly.
I’m shaking my head before the words even fully sink in. “No, he didn’t.”
Devon shifts Olivia in his arms, and I sit up, desperate to hold her and touch her and see her tiny face. Then, he pulls something from his pocket.
Immediately, Dmitry’s voice fills the air.
It’s too grainy for me to think he’s actually in the room, but the deep, familiar timbre of it still makes me inhale sharply.
“I want territory and weapons. Whatever you can offer in exchange. Three of them, all female. The merchandise is worth the price, believe me.”
The words are stilted and staggered, nothing like the smooth-talking man I know and love, but it is Dmitry’s
