Vitya shakes his head. “You’re trying to take them down,” he says. “But Astra Tyrannis is a beast with ten heads. You’re just one man.”
“I’m more than a man,” I snarl.
Vitya just laughs. “You are a powerful man, yes. An important man. But still just a man. Still just one man, up against so, so much evil. They’re always going to be one step ahead of you. They’ve got spies everywhere. Even here…”
“Here?” I ask, surprised.
“In your home,” Vitya says simply. As if it’s something I should know.
He looks stone cold sober. And yet a comment like that forces me to question his state of mind.
My house is in order. I’m certain I can trust every single person under my roof. Wait—I stop short on the heels of that thought, realizing that it’s not entirely true.
I can trust every single person un
