That was unfair. Because Anjali cared about Mikhail. He was probably the only person in the universe she still cared about. Though Mayhew was right. In her anger about everything that had been taken from her, she had forgotten all about Mikhail, who had lost just as much as she had and who’d still been unfailingly by her side throughout every horrible thing that had happened to her in these past few months.
“You should leave Mikhail alone,” she said, her own voice sounding strangely distant to her ears, “He only ever tried to help me. He doesn’t deserve prison or the firing squad for that.”
“You’re damn right, he doesn’t,” Mayhew said, and Anjali suddenly realised that this might well be the only point in the universe on which they could ever agree, “But that’s what he’ll get and it’s al
