The rest of Slade’s impromptu tour was eerily quiet. Neither of us wanted to break the silence that had fallen between us.
He’d dropped the bomb that he knew who I was, and despite not confirming his accusation; It was clear I didn’t have to. He’d recognized me the moment we locked eyes in the room, which meant he had also been watching me for some time.
Was he Draven’s equivalent to Ghost at the academy? A born and bred assassin with skill that outshines nearly everyone else? Did his cold upbringing give him the same hardened exterior that Ghost possessed?
Was he just as broken as his brother?
Since I’ve been here, the only two women I’ve seen have been the dancer and the poor girl that Draven called his favorite. Outside of that, the compound has been a bunch of dirty man with leer
