ZIPPORAH
I watch him pace the room like he’s haunted, like there’s a weight pressed upon his shoulders that he has to get rid of.
Every time he stops, it is to take a sip of whiskey out of his glass. Regardless, I know he is watching me, making sure I don’t move an inch from where I’m seated.
It’s what Sicily has been doing since Zoran called me to announce that Liliana had been abducted. It’s been almost an hour since then.
Sicily thinks I don’t know, but I do. I know he’s stalling by keeping me inside like a fucking prisoner, while trying to gaslight me into saying his intentions are for my safety.
Safety my dimpled butt. I know it is Sergei feeding him commands.
The moment I mention Liliana’s abduction to him, his face darkens. There was no shock, nor panic. Just cold indifference that revealed his own part to play in it.
“Sicily,” I say again, firmer this time. “Let me go. I need to see what I can do to help my brother. He’s in danger. I have to go.”
He steps closer. “You’re n
