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It was a ballbreaker question to ask your boyfriend’s mother, but I had to know because it was too obvious to let it ride. Victor shit a brick; Anastasia laughed as though a ripping joke were cracked; then, when she processed what I’d asked, a daughter stared at her mother in utter disbelief.
“Forgive me for asking you, Katerina, especially with everyone here.”
She stared at Kasimir and Rania as though both might leap across the table if she gave an unpalatable answer. I saw the arrogance of a woman who believed she could take them both if necessary.
The air felt colder, and goosebumps shimmered across my arms as every hair on them, and my neck stood erect. Katerina regarded me carefully, assessing and changing her mind about me before smiling proudly.
“It’s direct and absolutely the right question to ask, Amy. I would be disappointed if you had ignored the possibility of my involvement.”
“Did you do it?”
“No. I never killed anyone in the U.S., and if I had executed two innocent parents in cold blood because of a birthright, I would have put a bullet through my head afterward.”
I was wholly relieved because even though Katerina could claim sovereign immunity, my parents would never be righteous kills as far as I was concerned. She hadn’t batted an eyelid and looked angry.