He knows before I ask. I see it in his face.
“The club,” I whisper. “Venera.”
He says nothing.
My heart starts pounding harder. “That was you.”
Silence.
I take one step toward him. “The man in the hallway. Leonid. Someone shot him. I saw a scar, but I thought… I didn’t know. I thought maybe I imagined it.”
“You did not.”
The room tilts slightly. I grip the edge of the dresser.
“You followed me there?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted you,” he says simply.
“You killed him.”
“Yes.” No hesitation.
A shiver runs through me.
“He touched you,” Yaromir says. “He had to die.”
“I should be afraid of you,” I say.
“You are.”
“No.” I look at him. “I mean more afraid.”
His gaze moves over me, slow and searching. “And are you?”
I think about lying.
I don’t.
“I don’t know.”
“That’s honest.”
“I’m angry.”
“Yes.”
“You followed me. You watched me. You killed a man because he put his hands on me before I even agreed to marry you.”
“Yes.”
“You say yes too easily.”
“Because I’m not sorry.”