Chapter Sixty

M I K H A I L

I had to pause and think about those words for an entire minute because even though I heard the man’s voice perfectly, it still doesn’t make sense.

Well, for one, I thought that the wedding that my mother planned would not happen any sooner. I thought that they would at least let Amara’s corpse get cold, as fucked up as that sounds.

I mean . . . everyone basically thinks that I’m a murderer now, right? They think that I just did that to Amara in cold blood, all because I wanted to. They didn’t stop to consider my words and perhaps gave me a chance to at least prove to them that I was telling the truth. In their eyes, I’m this horrible monster who should be kept in prison far away from everyone.

So why is this European family so hell-bent on taking me, knowing perfectly that I’m capable of something else entirely?

Is it because they’re just as evil as I was accused to be?

Or is it because they have no clue?

Either way, I face the man who’s standing in the corner, staring