He smiles sadly. “Maybe,” he acknowledges. “But it’s probably because I haven’t met the right girl yet. Artem’s lucky that way.”
I look at him with a start. “What?”
“Oh, come on, Esme,” Cillian says. “I haven’t seen Artem this happy in a long f*****g time. And trust me, I’ve seen him at his happiest. At least, I thought so, before now.”
“I don’t know what to say to that,” I admit.
“You don’t have to say a thing,” he says with a shrug. “I’m just pointing out a few personal observations.”
I fall silent, letting that sink in for a moment. I can feel my fear rise to my throat.
I want to be able to talk to someone, and I realize I have no one to talk to. My family is dead. My cousin betrayed me. I have no real friends.
But Cillian is sitting here in front of me, and there’s a part of me
