Mikhail
The tension in the room was thick. I watched Liliana's face as she stared at Anastasia, waiting for an answer that didn't come. Dmitri stood frozen, his eyes darting between all of us like a trapped animal.
But I trusted dmitri with my life. We have been together since we were sixteen. He can't stab me in the back, we are like brothers.
"Aunt Anastasia," I said slowly, my voice carrying the weight of years of trust and betrayal. "How do you know so much about Dmitri's background?"
She opened her mouth, then closed it again. For the first time since I'd known her, my aunt looked genuinely scared.
"I... I've worked with him for years. Of course I know he's Russian."
"That's not what I asked." I stepped closer to her, my hand moving instinctively toward my weapon. "I asked how y
