But he also looks… proud?
“I couldn’t let him do that to her,” I say. “Not after… I know what it’s like to have a man you don’t want touching you, touching you.”
Artem stiffens. He remembers that. The night we met, a lifetime ago, in that dark club bathroom…
“It’s a violation no human being should ever have to suffer,” I go on. “I was heavily pregnant. I was so scared. But I just couldn’t stand by and do nothing.”
“Of course not,” Artem says. “That’s not who you are.”
“I think I killed him.”
“Really,” Artem nods. “I asked. You injured him. Badly. But you didn’t kill him.”
I sigh. “I don’t know how to feel about that.”
“If you had killed him, he would have deserved it,” he points out.
He leans in and kisses my lips gently. “It seems you leave quite an impression wherever you go.”
