Dinastiya Tested // 3rd Book of the Takaryev Trilogy

Chapter 67

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Hilarion stared icily at Thaddeus, who was asleep. They were still in the hotel.

He knew that, if he wasn't careful, Thaddeus would end up like Ravil, and the whole world would know. So unless Hilarion was absolutely sure that Thaddeus would keep his moth shut, it would be too big of a risk letting him live his own life in a different country. Therefore, a plausible option could've been just to kill him. But the option of killing Thaddeus had strings attached, particularly in the form of questions and additional risks, all of varying concern and priority. Murder would always be shadowed by the queries and implications of accountability and capture.

In summary, Hilarion was asking a few key questions.

1. Was he capable of taking out a sleeper agent? 

2. In the event that he was successful, would he be able to dispose of the body in a manner so that it would never be discovered?

3. Was Thaddeus an asset better left alive? 

Hilarion frowned. The kid already had a gunshot wound in his chest, so he wouldn't be that difficult to kill. It all depended on control. If Hilarion could successfully control Thaddeus, then he could be considered an asset and kept alive. But the moment Thaddeus showed signs of deviance...that was it. Hilarion briefly envisioned himself killing Thaddeus. He could knock him out, then slit his throat and let him bleed out. And he wouldn't even scream- not that much, anyways. The most difficult part, Hilarion knew, would be actually disposing of the body. His mind briefly took him back to the night he'd disposed of his wife's body. He frowned and pushed the memories away, as he was extremely used to doing. He sighed, realizing that he sort of missed his wife. A second realization followed: he hated missing his wife, and knew in the deepest part of his being that he was a horrible, terrible, despicable excuse for a human being. He could've even said that he was used to being that way, but dared not admit it to god or mortal. Any way you looked at it, he was a murderer. Whether the death of his wife was deemed accidental or not, he was a murderer. Even Artem recognized this, and Hilarion would've loved to categorize Artem as the very worst scum of society. It said a lot- the whole situation, that is. 

Hilarion blinked, frigid gaze still locked onto the sleeping Thaddeus. 

In all truth, he needed a plan. And if it just so happened to fail, what was another murder under his belt, anyways?