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“I never said that I don’t think they’re insane.”

She choked out a laugh but her amusement slowly faded as she mused, “He wants me on their side.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why else would I be here?”

“I don’t know. Temper said that Dead To Me wasn’t a Brother—” Her shoulders sagged in apparent relief at that. As someone who’d been betrayed by more friends and family in the past few years than was healthy, I got it. “—because of her side gig. So, and I hate to break it to you, Star, but you’re not squeaky clean, are you? Why would they want you but not her?”

“Because I’m his heir, aren’t I? And because you can believe you’re a good person but if you want to make a difference, blood always has to be spilled.

“No wars are won without soldiers.”

I knew she was right.

As depressing as that was.

“Maybe he doesn’t want a soldier.”

“He said he made my mom do whatever he wanted. She went where he sent her. She was cannon fodder.”

I pursed my lips. “He’s old now. It changes things.”

“I doubt it. I guarantee that everything he wants comes at a price.”

I thought about my conversation with Misha. “Sometimes that price is worth paying.”

Though she arched a brow at me, she tipped her chin down in agreement.

“Imagine if he could follow through on his promise. If he could take down the Sparrows… Temper said that James Garfield was a Brother—”

“The president?” She scoffed, “And you believed her?”

“I don’t know to be honest. I don’t know what the hell I believe. I just know that we were standing in the CIA HQ at Langley with Reinier pissing himself because she’d tasered him in his boardroom and, out of nowhere, a team of soldiers appeared, further incapacitated him, then took him from the building and plunked him on a helipad.”

“The Sparrows have that power,” she remarked.

“The Sparrows are scum, granddaughter. I have told you this many times since our initial meeting; you just choose not to listen.”

Star immediately tensed at the old man’s voice, but when we whipped around to stare at the room, we were still alone.

I studied the ceiling, on the hunt for a speaker, and only relaxed when I found it and two others. A tiny glass-like bead told me we were being watched too—unsurprising that they’d been surveilling her.

He’d caged a tiger in one of his bedrooms…

What else did he expect other than carnage?

Star stared at the ceiling, right where I’d been looking, telling me she’d done her homework despite her outrage. “I doubt the Sparrows would classify themselves as scum. Does anyone really think they’re evil? Doesn’t every one of us have justifications for why we do what we do?”

Kuznetsov hummed under his breath. “How can I prove to you that we cannot be tarred with the same brush?”

“I don’t think you can,” I answered, silently shooting her a glance that asked her to confirm or deny my belief.

Her gaze was locked on mine as she said, “If you can take down the Sparrows, why haven’t you already?”

“A very good question, granddaughter.”

Her nostrils flared.

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