But in the dim light of this moldy hallway, in the same home that saw my brother’s last breaths, I realize that the fire that’s lived inside me since Maksim’s death is nothing but an ember now. My thirst for revenge is gone. All I want is peace. A little slice of quiet where I can sit with Paige and talk about our future. I want a nursery with two cribs and the sounds of our babies laughing. I want a glass of champagne and a starlit night on a balcony overlooking the city. Everything else is unimportant.
