I want to take Ivan’s hand. I’m shaking at the thought of entering this house again. Of being that girl again. His posture doesn’t invite me to touch him. And he made me promise not to talk once we got inside. He’s completely remote from me—part businessman, part criminal. Part avenging angel on behalf of the Grand.

Ivan nods, and Luca steps forward and knocks.

The door opens.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Sarah Elizabeth is a year younger than me—I remember her from the schoolroom—but her face is drawn and her doe-like eyes hold an infinite sadness. She looks like she’s seen too much, a lifetime of awful things, even though I know she wouldn’t be allowed to leave Harmony Hills. She’s only seen the same buildings, the same people, who have always been here. I’m the one who’s been into the world, who’s seen the darker, seedy side of humanity, but I feel almost like Pippi Longstocking next to her.

She frowns at me, surprise and dismay warring in her face, and frowns even more at Ivan.

As soon as she sees Luca, her eyes widen. When she notices his holster, which he isn’t making any effort to hide, along with a sinister-looking silver briefcase, she shuts down completely. Any thought or feeling vanishes from her expression, leaving only the glassy-eyed stare of a doll.

“This way,” she says, barely a whisper.

She turns away, shoulders hunched under her beige shift.

Ivan and Luca exchange a look. I can read their opinion loud and clear—they think it’s fucked up, how docile she is, how blank. Well, so do I. Sarah Elizabeth might even agree.

They don’t understand. They can’t understand what it’s like to grow up with Leader Allen’s presence, with his judgment, with his touch.

We follow Sarah Elizabeth deep into the house.

Leader Allen is already seated behind his desk when we arrive. Sarah Elizabeth stands just beside the door, outside the room, and I know that is no mistake. She isn’t allowed in without his express permission. Even when she is serving him, she cannot presume to enter his presence.

Ivan, of course, presumes. He strides inside the large room as if he owns it. His clinical gaze takes in the old volumes and yellowed pages—and dismisses them just as quickly.

For his part, Leader Allen looks shrewd and wary—and very, very old. I hadn’t realized quite how old he was. Or maybe I had, but in my mind that lent him authority. Now he looks the kind of old that’s tired, close to death but fighting it every step of the way. His hair has gone from peppered brown to gray. His skin is faintly discolored in places, stretched grotesquely in others. Only his eyes are exactly how I remember them, cunning and cruel.

He doesn’t stand when we enter. I suppose that’s a show of power, telling us we don’t deserve respect. He doesn’t look particularly afraid, either, even though Ivan and Luca make an imposing pair.

“I suppose you know who I am,” Ivan says in a businesslike tone. “If Rosalie Toussaint’s lawyer knew where to find her daughter, then you do too. And you know who she works for.”

Leader Allen’s gaze snaps to me, and his lip curls. “I always knew you had the devil in you, girl.”

Ivan gestures to Luca, who sets down the briefcase with a loud thunk. It hadn’t seemed heavy when he carried it, but there’s clearly something substantial in it. What are they bringing him? Money? No, Ivan would never cave that quickly. And besides, even large stacks of cash wouldn’t be that heavy. Guns? I’m not sure how heavy they would be, but Ivan would be more likely to point one at Leader Allen than show him one in a suitcase.

“You don’t speak to her,” Ivan says softly. “She is not yours. She will never be yours.”

Leader Allen’s eyes widen in rage, and I think he’s about to stand up. But then he settles back in his chair with a leer for me. “Why?” he says, clearly speaking to Ivan. “You’ve had her for three years. Surely you’re tired of her now.”

My own anger starts to churn. Of course he’s assuming that Ivan has been fucking me all along. He assumes that because he wanted to fuck me. And the idea that I would return here, ever, even if Ivan didn’t want me anymore… Oh, hell no.

I open my mouth to say something—but Ivan puts up his hand, stopping me.

Years have passed. I’m not a child anymore; I’m a grown woman. But I’m still listening to men boss me around. My face burns. He doesn’t own me. And neither do you.

To disobey him, to disrespect him that way, would put him at a disadvantage to Leader Allen. That’s the only reason I don’t say anything. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

Ivan taps the suitcase with one finger, almost thoughtful. “You understand that me coming here, it’s a sign of good faith. I could have sent someone. They would have made my point very clear.”

Leader Allen leans forward, his face twisted in anger. “This is holy land. God would never let you harm this place.”

“He told you that, did he? Well, as it turns out, I have no intention of harming this place. I’m a reasonable man, and there are women and children here.” He pauses. “I don’t like when women are threatened, you understand.”

Leader Allen smiles at me, and my heart drops. “I would never harm a woman,” he says. “For they are my flock, and under my protection. But a demon, a demon needs to be driven out.”

“Does it?” Ivan says mildly.

Leader Allen doesn’t know him well enough to recognize the threat in his voice, but I do.

Ivan flicks the lock on the suitcase and steps back. Luca does the same, and without knowing why, I step back too. In a smooth motion Ivan opens the lid, and blood comes spilling out of it. But not the pristine smooth red from before. This blood has turned blackish. It’s mixed with gravel and brick and coagulated lumps, a horrifying mixture that spills out onto Leader Allen’s wooden desk.

He pushes back his chair with a rough sound. I’m surprised he doesn’t stand up. Blood spills over the desk but manages to miss his white robes.

Ivan circles the desk slowly, a predator toying with his prey. “How did she pass, Allen?”

The way he says Leader Allen’s name is mockingly casual, as if they’re two friends instead of enemies.

Leader Allen makes a hacking sound. I can’t tell whether it’s involuntary or a sign of his derision. “Her sins finally caught up to her. I tried to save her—”

“I bet you did,” Ivan mutters, looking down with a cold expression. In one move he pulls the back of the chair up, and Leader Allen sprawls on the floor.

Fear flashes across Leader Allen’s face, although he tries to mask it. He’s collapsed, feet slipping uselessly against the whitewashed floors. Then his expression turns hard, a gleaming light in his rheumy eyes. “I don’t have much time left anyway. Pancreatic cancer. If you kill me, it will only make me a martyr.”

“Maybe you don’t care about your own life,” Ivan says, “but I’m sure you care about your flock.”

Leader Allen laughs. “Take them then. Kill them. Fuck them.”

I hear a small gasp from behind me, and faintly, I realize that Sarah Elizabeth is still outside the door.

Ivan seems to consider this. Even from across the room, I can see when he comes to the conclusion that Leader Allen is telling the truth—that he’s dying soon. That he doesn’t care about the people here. Which means Ivan doesn’t have any leverage for making him stop.

The decision comes to him suddenly, swiftly. He pulls his gun from the holster, and I gasp.

“No,” I whisper. I promised not to speak, but I can’t stand here and watch this. “He…he couldn’t have. Look at him. He can’t get up.”

“Then he sent someone.” Ivan’s expression doesn’t soften. If anything, he seems to grow right in front of my eyes. I always thought Leader Allen was godlike, but Ivan looks terrifying and all-powerful. “I don’t give a fuck how he managed to do it. In fact I don’t really care if he did. He hurt you. That’s more than enough reason to kill him.”