Betty’s POV

I did not really care that he was leaving.

If anything, the thought of Ivan being gone for a while should have felt like relief. Yet the moment he warned me about his family, something cold slid down my spine and settled heavily in my stomach.

The casual seriousness in his voice dragged my thoughts straight back to last night, to the gun, the blood and the man collapsing with a bullet through his eye as if human life meant absolutely nothing in Ivan’s world.

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