When I fall backwards, it’s with a deep sense of relief. Because I know it’s over now. He got me, and I got him. We hit the floor together, side by side.
“Kolya. Kolya!” June gasps. Her face appears over mine like some blinding light calling me forth. “Oh God, oh God. Please… stay with me.”
I said the same thing to Milana not so long ago. She’d laugh now that I’m on the receiving end, I think. It’s funny, if a little depraved.
“You’re gonna be okay. I’m gonna go get help. Please, please… keep breathing. Stay alive. For me. For our baby.”
Those are the last two words I’m capable of thinking.
And then it all goes black.
I fade in and out of consciousness for days on end. Adrian’s knife had cut deep.
Every time I open my eyes, she is there. Waiting, watching.
I feel her hand on my arm
