“Then why did you steal the Book and summon your own demon ten seconds after discovering him?” Ivan ran a hand through his mussed hair. “I have a mole in my organization, a mob war on the horizon, a loose cannon of a middle brother, and an oblivious younger one.” “I’m not oblivious.” At Ivan’s look, Sascha shrugged. “Okay, sometimes. But that’s the way you and Papa molded me. I have a business degree, you know. I could be an asset, if you’d let me.”
