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I remember how he has never answered me directly about what he would do with my father, and now I know it's because he couldn't give me an answer without me having to make a decision.

A man like Odin could never forgive the death of his family, and that tells me there's only one explanation for this unexpected trip.

He is going to kill Leandros.

Odin

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

GREECE

“Finally,you had the courage to show up. I was already bored by having to deal with your underlings."

The last thing I want to do is talk.

There's a somewhat masochistic desire in me to watch him. For most of my life, the brutish-featured man has dominated my nightmares.

Now, he doesn't scare me anymore.

In fact, from a very young age, the fear I felt of him was gone, giving way to the desire to kill him, and today, especially, he seems to me nothing more and nothing less than a pathetic creature.

Even though I didn't see him on the day that my parents were killed, I could never have forgotten his voice.

When Ingvar showed me a picture of him, I couldn't match his face to his voice. In my boyhood nightmare, he was a faceless monster, coming straight out of hell to hurt my family. The connection only happened many years later, when unexpectedly, I came across him on the island.

He didn't see me, though. He never looked around, preciselybecause he didn't have to. The band of security guards that surrounded him ensured that no one approached.

The coward has never been on his own. Even during those months when he was on the run, he hired mercenaries to protect him.

“The only one who’s been hiding for so long is you.”

“Is this about the money? I can return what I owe you."

I cross my arms and remain standing, facing him. He may not yet know who I am, but at the very least he has discovered that I have come to collect payment for Orien's death. The bastard didn't order them to kill Ciro for nothing. He had to make sure the man didn’t give away his secrets.

My silence seems to bother him, and at the same time that he starts to pace, a hand scratches the back of his head. "You’ve come for your cousin, haven’t you? That was an accident. I only told them to scare the kid?—”

“Stop.”

As if my order really has the power to shut him up, his arms drop to his sides, but to my surprise, he starts laughing. His laugh is as out of place as it would be if I sawthe devil himself chuckling.

It's only after a few seconds that I notice that his eyes don't match the sound. He isn't enjoying himself but trying to get a reaction out of me.

“When you started chasing me, I began to think you were a smart man, but then you ended up with her.”

I feel my blood boil. I didn't expect him to involve Elina in our conversation.

“I can't deny that she is my most beautiful daughter. She’s not a pervert like Theodoro, but as you may have discovered, the girl is as stupid as a door."

I still don't move. I realize that, now he knows he won't make it out of here alive, he is trying to hasten his end.

“What kind of man hears someone talking about his wife and doesn't react?”

“Give it up, Argyros. There's nothing you can do to someone I love that you haven't already done. Elina is out of your reach now. She’s mine.”

“Do you think I care? It is the sheik you will have to deal with. He paid dearly for her.”

“I’ve spent a lot of time hating you,” I continue, as if he hasn't said anything. “Sometimes my memory played tricks on me, saying that maybe you weren't such a demon and that it could be my mind warping the facts, but the more I found out about you, the more reasons I gained to end your time in this world.”

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