Chapter 35: Konstantin

Sunday. Unknown.

KONSTANTIN STRETCHED HIS LEGS out in front of himself. He stared at the toe of the shoes he'd been wearing earlier, noting the grease on one side and a bit of what he assumed was blood on the laces.

He'd royally fucked this up in every way imaginable.

Haley lay stretched out on the far side of the wine cellar, asleep. How she managed to do that on the cold floor was beyond him, but she'd assured him she could and would. Now he was left alone with his thoughts.

His head was a pretty grim place right now.

Who would have thought he'd end up at his father's mercy after all these years? His mother's continued existence was less of a surprise. Given the nature of her disappearance was already covered up by his father, there had been little opportunity for Konstantin to do his own due diligence there.

At this point he didn't see himself surviving. His father wouldn't come, and his mother didn't care if Konstantin lived or died. He just hoped Ivana and Zasha wer