I tried to move around him, but he stepped sideways, blocking me again.
“Fine.” I spun from him and hurried toward the front door. “I’ll walk.”
“Where?” he called out after me.
“I don’t know.”
The answer sounded ridiculous even to me.
I wasn’t actually going to find Henry. I had no idea where to start. I just needed distance.
From Blake.
From this place.
From the idea that the one person I’d put my trust in was making decisions for me.
Just like Victor had.
I reached the front door and pulled it open, the humid night air drifting inside. As I was about to step outside, Blake’s voice stopped me.
“He went to talk to Mikhail Volkov.”
I didn’t move for several long moments. Then I slowly faced Blake. “Mikhail Volkov?”
“He’s the Pakhan of the Miami Bratva.”
A fresh wave of panic crashed through me. “And Henry asked you not to tell me?”
“He didn’t want you to worry.”
I huffed a laugh. “That’s rich.”
“I tried talking him out of it. Told him to stop chasing ghosts and to focus on what he has now.”
With a long exhale, I closed the front door and walked back into the living room, lowering myself onto the couch. “He’d never do that. He’ll search every corner of the earth until he uncovers the truth about Sarah.”
“I know,” he sighed as he sank onto the couch beside me.
A heavy silence settled over the room, the only sounds that of the faint ocean waves and the clock ticking on the wall.
Finally, I turned my eyes back toward Blake. “This Pakhan… Will he hurt Henry?”
The words felt like sandpaper. I hated even asking. Hated giving voice to my biggest fear. But I had to know.
Blake didn’t answer right away, weighing his response.
“If there’s one thing I know about Henry Fontaine, it’s his ability to walk into situations that should kill him and somehow walk back out again.”
I swallowed hard, the vice squeezing my heart becoming even more painful.
“I hope you’re right.”
Blake looked toward the darkened windows.
“So do I.”
Chapter Sixteen
