Chapter One Hundred and Five

Irina

I froze.

My hand was still raised in the air. 

My palm was stinging from the impact.

I’d slapped Dmitri.

Why had I slapped him?

I really did not know.

Behind me, I heard the paramedics gasp. Mikhail's men shifted uncomfortably.

Everyone was staring at us.

Dimitri stood completely still. His head was turned to the side from the force of my slap. His cheek was red.

I waited for him to explode. But he didn't.

Instead, he turned his face back to me slowly. And I saw tears in his eyes. Streaming down his blood-stained face.

"I am sorry," he whispered. "I am...