She turned to him sharply. “My sister is dead, Lev. My favorite sister. My best one.” He said nothing. “My family will come for her killer.” Again, Lev didn’t speak. “Would you deny us that?” she prompted, unsure whether she was lashing out or genuinely asking. “You and your brothers, are you any different from us?” He swallowed, shaking his head. “No.” “I didn’t think so,” Sasha murmured. “So, this may be the only night we’ll ever have, Lev Fedorov.”
IM ILL OHHHH IM ILL
