Numb, I stared at my greatest enemy, the man who'd ruined my life. I had thought of this moment many, many times over the last four years.
I imagined the hatred and violence I would feel when we finally saw one another again. Had dreamt of my retribution, my vengeance.
But now? I felt nothing.
The hurt in Dashanna's eyes, her ravaged expression, was all I could see. I hadn't liked hurting her, but what choice did I have? I had to keep her safe. So I lied and told her those ugly words. It would be better in the end. She could hate me and move on with her life.
She would be grateful once she was in Siderno with her sisters and I disappeared again.
I stared at Sakharov flatly. "Well?" "You fucked her."
I said nothing. We both knew the answer.
"You're a real piece of shit, Kuznetsov. It wasn't enough to kidnap my wife, you had to kidnap her sisters, too? Did you force both of them?"
