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I’m tired, except I know it’s not over.
“You should get some dinner, Mikhail,” Viktor gives him his cue to leave.
Once we’re alone, he goes to his desk and comes back with a single sheet of paper. He puts it on my lap. “Those are the coordinates to our new storage warehouses.”
The numbers are infinite. There are at least ten locations. Each with its own set of numbers.
“Get started,” he says as he takes his phone out to text someone. “I want this piece of paper burned by the night's end. And then we can check on Malik.”
Glaring at him, I grab the piece of paper.
But even when I’ve learned them all, he doesn’t leave me alone. Because before he burns it, he makes me repeat the numbers countless times.
“Oh my god, I know them,” I snap when he asks again. He’s the one holding the paper now, asking me to repeat them for the hundredth time.
“Again,” he tells me with a simplicity in his tone that is so him.
“Viktor. I know them.”
“Then you won’t mind repeating them.”
“I do mind. I’m exhausted.”
“Say them one more time and go to bed.”
“I want to know if Lik is alive!” I shout at him as I get off the sofa. “Find out.”
He gets up too, and his hardening features tell me I’ve made a mistake.
“Don’t make me hurt you, Rosalind.”
“Do you know what would be terribly unfortunate for you,” I say low. “If I died.”
He chuckles like I’m ridiculous. “You’re going to kill yourself because I won’t let you see your trio of lovers?”
“I’ll kill myself because you took away my free will. I’ll die for my freedom. You can be sure of it.”
“You didn’t want to die for your freedom last time you were here. You were happy with me. You agreed to come back.”
“I was stupid and brainwashed. I…I thought I was in love with you,” I let out on a last breath.
He cocks an eyebrow, clearly as surprised as me. He didn’t love me back; I can tell by his reaction. He truly was using me all along.
“And now?” he asks.
“Now you shot Lik. It taught me the difference between Stockholm syndrome and true love.”
His eyes narrow on me.
“You keep asking about Malik,” he tells me. “Don’t you wonder why Sam hasn’t come yet? Isn’t he the knight who always gives you that sacred freedom you always talk about?”
My heart stops and drops.
I kept thinking Sam would show up at some point. He knew the location of the compound when he left earlier tonight. He should have arrived before us.
I’m starting to think he did.
“Where is he?” I hiss at him, taking a step closer.
