The Devils Genesis

Valentin’s POV

The first time I had a panic attack, I was seven years old.

I had been in the back seat of my mother’s car, my legs too short to touch the floor, staring out at the streets blurring past. The driver up front didn’t speak unless spoken to, and my mother, well, she did speak. A lot. But only to me.

“You must always listen to your father, Tino,” she had said in Russian, her tone clipp