VLAD (The V Games #1)(63)

“Diana,” Irina breathes, but I’m not the sister she once knew. I’ve been hardened by grief and heartbreak.

“Irina, come,” Vlad calls, summoning my sister. His voice is colder and harder than I remember. I don’t recoil though. I’m colder and harder too.

Our eyes clash briefly, but the rage I once saw in them has dissipated with time. My betrayal rendered me trash, yet him doing the same thing with my sister got him a wife and Volkov Spirits. It awarded him a child growing inside Irina’s stomach.

I smirk in his direction, unafraid.

I won’t spill tears or blood for lost opportunities. He isn’t worthy of my revenge. I have my vengeance set on the man who stole life from me.

Yegor Vetrov.

I move toward the weapons trunk and take out my favorite pieces. The clock sounds to the right of me, and the rail goes up behind me, separating me from the rest of the people in the room.

Irina calls out to me, “Ya lyublyu tebya.” I love you.

“Good luck,” Vas says and nods.

I smear the blood from my palm over my shirt and grin. I’m going to win The Games. Win my freedom and come for the empire that is rightfully mine.

You will all reap what you sow.

And then there will be a new master in this fucked up world. Every man will learn to bow at my feet. I will rule them all.