“He wants to know what you want. You and Ilva. What proof of loyalty you expect from him.” The air shifted and then Crowther’s fingers grasped hold of Helena’s shoulder, pulling her to her feet and turning her to face him. His eyes swept from the top of her head and slowly down, catching on various points along the way. “What did you do?” he finally said.
WHAT YOU ALWAYS WANTED HER TO DO MOFOKER
