Mikhail
I watched Liliana stare at the gun in Anastasia's hands. Her face was pale, but her jaw was tight with determination. She was scared, but she wasn't going to back down. Had she stood up like this to her god-damned father, he wouldn't have sold her out.
My chest swelled with pride and terror at the same time.
Aunt Anastasia was someone every Volkov family member dreaded. Just like my grandfather and father. Demons in human flesh. I could say the same for myself though. Cruelty runs in the family. That's how we’ve come this far.
“This is enough,” I said, stepping in-between them. “You've made your point, Aunt Anastasia. She's proven herself.”
“Has she?” Anastasia tilted her head like a snake studying its prey. “She hasn't done anything yet except talk.”
“She stood up to you,
