“If that’s the price I need to pay to take them down, I’m okay with it.”
“What if I’m not?”
I narrow my eyes. “Then you can walk away. That’s not an option for me.”
Matvei sighs and slumps back in his seat. “No, it’s not an option for me, either.”
We stare at each other for a while, neither willing to budge. Two proud men up against a formidable, faceless enemy.
“You have to deal with them at some point, Phoenix,” Matvei says at least, breaking the suffocating silence.
“And I will.”
I know damn well that he’s talking about the girls, not Astra Tyrannis. And he knows that I know that. But it’s easier to pretend that this is all business. That the corrupt pig in the basement is the right place to be focusing my attention.
The women’s room upstairs might as well be full of demons.
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