Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen 

Irina

I stood in the hallway, frozen.

They were dragging Dimitri away.

His body was broken, and bloodied. He could barely walk. The guards held him up by his arms, his feet dragging across the marble floor.

Blood dripped from his mouth. His face was swollen and bruised.

But then, for just a second, his head lifted.

Our eyes met.

I saw everything in that brief moment. The pain. The defeat. The disappointment.

Was he disappointed in me or was he disappointed in himself? For failing us. 

"Dimitri," I whispered. But my voice was too quiet. He could not hear me.

Then they turned the...