Mikhail
I looked around the room. Every eyes were on Liliana, burning with interest and passion.
The Volkovs' enjoy watching people suffer, they enjoy inflicting pain on the weak.
As Liliana raised the blade, memories that I had buried for years came flooding back.
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My mother's green eyes stared back at me, hollow and dead as blood dripped from the deep cut on her wrist.
My father wore a smirk that could make the devil pee his pants. Aunt Anastasia watched my mother with excitement in her eyes.
“Watch your mother, son. Watch her pledge her allegiance to me.” He laughed.
I fought hard to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Because if they fell, I would be locked up in the dungeon again.
The second test, made my head spin. The cou
