“It’s foolish to divide the meat when the bear hasn’t been shot,” I say. “We’re not talking about the meat. We’re talking about the hunt,” Vanya hisses. “Don’t mistake absence for weakness. Ivan Petrov is a powerful man. One I don’t want for an enemy.” “You’re a coward,” Vanya spits. “And you’re a traitor,” I retort, staring him down. “I’d take Ivan as an enemy before I’d take you as a friend.”
