It wasn't Clark's fault, Anatoly kept telling himself, but the more he heard, the more furious he became. "So, he thought he could just - kidnap you and cajole into doing whatever he wanted?"

He stood up with a frustrated groan and paced around the hut, brushing a hand over his hair and muttering curse words under his breath in Russian. He stopped after a few moments and faced Lex. "I could kill him. He's young, I know, and it was the island doing this, but I could kill him for what's he done."

He knelt besides Lex's chair, reaching up to cup his face. "He can't - he can't have you."