Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Nine

Irina

Isabella hit Dimitri across the face.

"Liar!" she screamed. "You know where he is! Tell me!"

"I do not know," Dimitri repeated.

She hit him again. And again. But he just kept smiling. Because Nikolai was safe. For now.

Isabella finally stopped hitting him. She was breathing hard. Her face red with anger.

"Fine," she said. "If you will not tell me, then you are useless to me."

She pulled out her gun. Pointed it at Dimitri's head.

"Any last words?" she asked.

Dimitri looked at me. At the woman he loved more than life itself.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you...