It's almost four in the morning by the time Dire calls the meeting. He offers the Pahkan and Viktor rooms here at the clubhouse, but they insist they have a secure and well-guarded place to stay while they're in the country. As they stand to leave, I'm the only one that remains seated, leaning forward to put my head in my hands. I don't think I've been this confused since my mother died when I was nineteen. And this was a completely different kind of confusion.
Back then, I didn't understand why we couldn't save her, how we had all the money in the world and could do nothing, how such an amazing woman ended up with such a terrible f*****g illness. Eventually, I processed all that and got past it. But this s**t? I don't f*****g get at all.
I understand Shamrock agreeing to hide Ksen
