“…you sick bastard, what the hell is wrong with you!? You killed the mother of my children!”
“NO! Mon Dieu, no, I did not kill her.” The lion’s face tightened harshly, in a grimace of annoyance and spite. “That was Álvaro’s doing. It wasn’t supposed to happen. You were the prey, not her.”
I think the bluntness and carelessness with which he said that struck the three of us equally. Alexander went rigid in his place, just like me, and Nika stopped straining against the wires biting into her hands.
I was not prepared for the furious roar with which Alexander answered him, opening his jaws brutally:
“Now you’re going to say she was murdered by mistake!?” he spat, struggling hard against the chains. The fragile radiator on the wall screeched and shifted from its place, punished by his supe
