CHAPTER 63
IGOR WEAR THE CLOTHES and continued to be Yuliya's target, in his mind that was unnecessary, whatever she asked for, she would undoubtedly do.
— You know better than anyone that you don't need this, no matter what's going on, just tell me I'll help.
— You know better than anyone — she repeated what Igor said — that there are certain sacrifices we have to make for the sake of others.
— I don't know what's going on, but I can help you, I know I can help you.
— It's already helping, trust me.
He smiled at her, it was as if his soul had finally returned to his body and had found himself again after so many years away, he just didn't understand why, she didn't need to do that.
THEY LEFT THE HOTEL discreetly, Igor got into his car and Yuliya got into the back seat right away.
— Where are we going, My lady?
— For the London Gateway, there's a boat waiting for us, and I can easily get used to the joke.
— Is this related to Blake's Fourth Night?
— Everything is related to the nine nights of Vala.
— So you knew from the start?
— How about heading without asking questions.
— You've been pretending all this time that...
— No one can pretend to love someone, Igor, we have to know that there are things in life that are in front of love, I know it's beautiful and elegant to say that love is everything, unfortunately it's not..., and this one is a case of these.
He was going to counter, but Yuliya put the gun to the back of his head and nudged him.
— I know you know how to talk while you drive, now go...
— Just for your information, the gun is unloaded.
Yuliya pressed the button that released the clip and saw that what he said was true.
— I think I feel like an idiot.
TRAFFIC HAS NEVER BEEN as free as it was that day and inevitably, Igor thought:
Is it just me or is everything working towards my death? Is all this madness the will of God?
— We'll be there in a few minutes.
She nodded.
— You look worried.
— Obviously… if all goes well, he'll come back into my life.
— He who? Paul Leaks?
She looked and looked away.
— Almost that... but it's none of your business.