TRISTAN

Livia refused to speak, even after Daniel had worked on her, she kept her mouth shut. She wouldn’t give up the name of the person pulling her strings, and it was becoming obvious why: she was being controlled, a puppet on a string dancing to someone else’s tune.

But I was finished playing games. If she thought she could demand to see me and trade a few words for leniency, she was dead wrong.

I hadn’t told Yelena that it was Livia who had attacked me instead of her.

If I had, ...