Lyta felt her stomach twist into a knot, as she stepped in between the two of them. She didn't know what to say, but just shifted her gaze back and forth between the two of them.
If he had done all of these things to Misha...to those kids...she wanted nothing better than to just leave him there to rot. But...the fact that he was Irina's father meant something, as he was somewhat important to her..
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