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“No. No, no, no.” She picks up a piece of paper covered in blood. She’d written the names, but they’re unreadable now. “I…He’ll be up in a couple of hours, Mr. Volkov. I can’t do anything else.”
“I have an enormous amount of moles among my soldiers. I don’t have a couple of hours, Anya.”
She starts shaking, her face pales and her eyes fill with tears. “I know…I know…I’m sorry. Yuri was one of them. I remember that.”
Volkov runs his tongue against his teeth and smiles at her. “I have good news for you, Anya.” He puts a hand on her shoulder softly. “We won’t be needing your services anymore.”
“Please,” she starts crying. “P-please…I don’t want to die.”
My heart squeezes. It starts to hurt as much as my other muscles.
“I can give you the names,” I rasp. Her eyes widen at me, and she shakes her head.
For the first time since he’s entered the room, he notices me.
He comes to my bed and looks at my wounds, not an ounce of care on his face.
“And, who’s this?” he asks her, his eyes still on me.
“Th-that’s Rosalind White. Aleksei’s–”
“New girl,” Viktor cuts her off, not needing further explanation. He must know that the women he sees in here belong to his brother. “How lovely,” he says bitterly. “Go on. Give me the names.”
“You have to promise not to harm her.” I jut my chin as much as possible, putting strength behind my stare.
“My word is everything. I don’t make promises lightly.”
“I would hope so.”
A small smile pulls at his lips. “I promise Anya won’t be harmed if you give me every single name Valentin told her within the next thirty seconds.”
My heart kicks, and my brain follows. “Boris Fedorov, Igor Ivanov, Oliver Thorn, Yuri—he couldn’t remember his last name—and Maksim Solovyov.”
With the adrenaline running, I can’t feel the pain anymore. My heart is beating in my ears, and I can barely hear his words.
“Is that it?”
I nod and look at Anya behind him. Her mouth is agape, her hands to her chest as she tries to breathe.
“A bunch of ungrateful bastards.” He smiles at me. “I hope you didn’t forget any names. Don’t you, Anya?”
“How will you know?” I ask him.
“If I’m still alive tonight and no one has found my compound, we’ll assume you got it all right,” he says as he leaves.
I hope to God I forgot a name. I hope I forgot many of them, and his organization goes down in the next few days. That won’t only set me free, but also all the girls I saw in that basement.
But deep down, I know I didn’t forget any of the names. I don’t everforget.
Anya hurries to my bed as soon as he’s gone.
“Thank you,” she cries. “How did you? Thank you, thank you.”
I’d love to tell her how. But the pain is back. Unbearable.
“I want to sleep, too,” I say. “Like Valentin.”
She nods. “Yes. Okay. I can do that.”
