“You killed two people, Dascha,” he goes on, stepping closer to me. “In cold blood. One of them, the relative of our fucking Governor. You’re not just a bank robber. You deserve to be here just as much as everyone else. Maybe more. Because you’re clearly fucked…” He scoffs and shakes his head again, sharp eyes holding onto me. Strangling the life out of me where I stand. “No…” I whisper in disbelief. “No, that’s not…”
