Chapter 41

“I’ll call the police.” Cade grabs his cell phone and dials.

“Would you really kill for him? He doesn’t care about you. He doesn’t care about people, about anything,” James says to Prisha.

“I’d kill for either of them and myself. You’d have killed us all. And you’re wrong about him. Arkady isn’t the man you think he is. He cares deeply. Maybe he never cared about you, but maybe that’s because you always envied him,” Prisha says, sounding pretty calm for someone holding a gun pointed at a man who’d planned to use it to kill three people.

“I didn’t envy him. I was better than him. I’m still better than him. I’m the best,” James spits.

“You were never the best, not before you stole dance from me and not after.” Arkady knows dozens of dancers who work harder than James, who dance better, and certainly have better attitudes.

“The police are on their way,” Cade says.