30| Jesus?

I'm stunned into utter silence and shocked by the words that so effortlessly rolled off the tip of his tongue.

How does someone reply to such a vile confession?

His eyes continue to bore into mine with so much hatred that it feels like my stomach has grown teeth and it's eating away at my insides.

Too afraid to look away, I gulp the fear that continues to coax the back of my throat and I silently pray that his soul can be saved.

After all, he is a Volkov; family. Blood.

As the doors glide open to the elevator car with a dinging sound, he grunts, wrapping his fingers around my upper arm, just above my elbow and hauls me out of the elevator car. I stumble over Yuris' body, my bloody footprints shadowing every step I take and as we exit through the copper revolving doors, the two guards that were standing outside upon my arrival are nowhere to be seen.

Turning my head, I glance over my shoulder hoping to see Ivan chasing after us, but no one comes into my line of vision, and Konstat