Alexei turns away from the sliding doors and comes to take a seat on the other couch. I watch as he pulls his phone from his pocket, and then he says, “You sure you want to call Yuri?”

Quickly I nod. I need to talk to my brother.

“That’s not a good idea,” Demitri says.

I pull away from his hands. “I need to talk to him.”

Demitri lets out an unhappy sigh and turns his attention to Alexei.

I watch as Alexei dials a number, and then he puts the phone on speaker, and I hear it ringing.

“Alexei,” Yuri answers within seconds.

I shift to the edge of the couch and lean forward.

“Yuri,” Alexei mutters, his tone biting and nothing like when he talks to me.

“Have you come to your senses?” Yuri asks.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” Alexei replies with a dark chuckle that sends another wave of shivers rushing through me.

Yuri lets out a sigh. “Because of our past history, I’m willing to give you seventy-two hours to bring her to me.”

“I’ll bring her,” Alexei says. His eyes snap to mine. “But not so you can kill her.”

“Do you really think now’s the time to play games with me?” Yuri threatens.

“Come on, you know how much I love them,” Alexei taunts him.

And then something deep in my chest breaks. “Yuri?” My voice sounds foreign.

“Ariana?” my brother asks.

“What’s…” I shake my head as the confusion in me begins to morph into raw pain. “You want me dead?”

“There isn’t space for the both of us,” Yuri says, his voice calm as if we’re talking about the weather and not my death.

“I never wanted to be a part of any of it!” I shriek, startling myself with the outburst.

Yuri lets out an annoyed sigh. “I don’t have time for this shit. Alexei, bring her to me, or I’ll be forced to retaliate. You have seventy-two hours.”

Yuri hangs up, and in the silence that follows, my breaths slowly begin to speed up.

The realization sinks in so hard that I can’t move a muscle.

My own brother wants me dead.

The betrayal is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

I knew my dad would die, so it didn’t hit that hard.

I had time to adjust to Mom’s Alzheimer's, and when she forgot who I am, the blow wasn’t as devastating.

But this… this betrayal from the last family member I had left is crippling. With zero mercy, it shreds through my faith in humanity. It flays me to the bone.

My chest closes up from the destruction whirling around me, slowly creeping closer until it’s all there is.

That something that broke earlier? I physically feel it shatter to pieces.

Placing a hand on my stomach, I press hard as the pain increases.

Betrayal.

In the blink of an eye, it changes who I am. It obscures the girl I used to be.