Blood And Vows
They had died believing I was their son, loving me as their own child, never knowing they were raising another woman's baby.
And Dmitri. My best friend, my brother in arms, my greatest betrayer. He had known. When he looked at me, when he fought beside me, when he ultimately tried to destroy me, he had known that we shared blood. He had known I was his younger brother, and he had chosen to try to kill me anyway.
The sobs came harder now, tearing through me like physical pain. I had thought I understood betrayal. I had thought I knew what it meant to be manipulated, to be used. But this was beyond anything I could have imagined.
Bab Populer