"You have to tell me what this means."
I couldn't keep my voice steady. I was holding the photograph in my shaking hand—the picture of me with The Broker. It felt like the world was tilting beneath me, the ground slipping away.
Viktor’s eyes didn’t flicker; he didn't even blink. "It means what it means, Luciana." He leaned back against the table, crossing his arms. "Your father was involved with The Broker. It's not the first time I've seen that face."
“My father?” The words felt foreign, as if they didn’t belong in my mouth. “You’re saying my father was working with him?”
He shrugged, indifferent. “You think The Broker works alone? Everyone has a part to play. Your father had his.”
I shook my head, thoughts spiraling. My father was supposed to be the good man, the one who had always
