CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX

Dimitri's POV 

My blood turned to ice as Mikhail stepped out of the elevator. He looked old, and tired. But I didn’t care. All I saw was the man who had poisoned my brother. The man who had sided with my enemy.

Rage took over me immediately. It was hot and blinding.

“What are you doing here, you traitor!” I roared. The sound tore from my throat like the painful growl of a wounded lion.

I raised my gun, my finger tight on the trigger.

But Mikhail didn’t look guilty. He looked… confused and shocked. He held up his hands slowly.

“Dimitri? What are you…” he started.

I...