“Wait.” Vera tips her head to the side, her hair falling in a thin silky sheet over one of her eyes. “You do know what the next Trial is, right? After all, you and Dima work together. Isn’t that what you said?”
I clench my hand into a fist, fighting the urge to slap her. “I trust Dima.”
She smiles. “Of course. You’d have to trust him… if you plan to let him kidnap and sell an innocent woman.”
Suddenly, it feels like I’m the one who has been slapped.
I actually stagger back, clutching onto Lukas to be sure I don’t drop him.
Her expression turns soft and sympathetic, but her eyes are alight with amusement. No matter how much Vera plays the role of the innocent bystander, she enjoys the pain.
She’s a wounded animal, deep in her soul. But she’s the special kind of wounded I used to see i
