9
NINE
“Viktor is Ten,” Ana told Emmy. “Or was Ten. He might be dead—I have no idea.”
Yet another claim of hers that was difficult to swallow.
“You don’t know whether your own brother is alive?”
“My what? What are you talking about? Vik isn’t my brother.”
“Fine, half-brother.”
Although she did seem genuinely surprised at the news, which was interesting.
“Why the hell would you think Vik is related to me?”
“Because someone told me he was Zacharov’s son. The same someone who told me you were his daughter, and that turned out to be true, so…”
Had Rad been right? He’d had no reason to lie to me, and I’d trusted him more than I trusted this new version of Ana. f**k, I missed that son of a b***h.
Ana kicked the couch with one booted foot, a stream of curses slipping from her lips. She
