Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Eight

Dimitri

The convoy turned around and headed back towards the villa.

Every second felt like an eternity. I could not stop thinking about Petrov.

He had risked everything to help me. While I was chained and starving, he was digging.

The guilt was eating me alive.

I should have remembered him sooner.

But I had been so focused on Irina and Nikolai that I forgot about the man who tried to save my life.

What kind of person does that make me?

"Do not do that," Irina said.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Blame yourself," she replied. "You were tortured and starved for months. You are...