Ivan’s POV

The rain did not stop that night. It poured harder with every second that passed.

The lights were glaring and the sharp scent of blood and antiseptic lingered in the air. Kaiser’s sharp groans filled the room while I quietly watched, although my mind was not really there.

It was all over the place, processing what I had just found out. Bertha had been kidnapped under his care. If he were not still useful, he would not still have that face that looked too much like Kyle’s.

I ...