Gabriella.
He knows how I feel about her, and if he hoped to reach the real me to pacify any distrust I might have toward him, the mention of her in any way would do just that.
“I know.”
He dips his head. “Good. I’ll see you later, cousin.”
I watch him leave and as soon as the door closes, and I know I’m alone conflict works its way into me.
The same confliction which has afflicted my body and mind for almost the last decade.
I’ve always known what to do, but this is the one time where I feel like I’m caught in a state of flux.
If I get things wrong then Maksim will be right. It could get me killed and that’s as good as leaving my boy for dead.
The problem with the Order is you have to smoke them out to find them.
I might be erratic because patience is gone, but I don’t really see any other way of getting what I want than what I’m doing.
Maksim doesn’t know the way things work in the Order the way I do.
He never worked for them.
I did.
That was my biggest mistake.