The Prey

I swallowed hard averting eyes when Alexei Volkov's gaze turned sharper. He stepped forward and his voice cut through the silence like a knife as he narrowed his eyes at Judas who seemed unbothered. “You killed him.”

I stiffened. Vlad. They were talking about him, didn’t they?

My eyes found Judas who flexed his hand against the armrest of the couch. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“Didn’t have a choice?” Ralph Romano’s voice rumbled low. His eyes were colder than the Russian winter we’d left behind. “That’s what you’re calling it now? How many times have I told you to be careful, you damn fool-”

“Ralph-“

“No.” Rara...