Remi whines like he’s agreeing with Andrey. I place a hand on his head and stroke him. “I know what you mean when you say you’re going to ‘question’ them. I’m not stupid, Andrey.”
“Then why would you want to be there?”
“Because…” I trail off, fumbling in the dark of my confused thoughts for an answer. “Because this is your world; I need to know if I can stomach it.”
“Natalia, you’re not thinking straight. It’s been a crazy day. You need to—”
“Don’t,” I interrupt. “Don’t tell me how I’m feeling and don’t tell me what I want.”
Sure, there are goosebumps on my arms and my hands are trembling, but beneath the fear and uncertainty, there’s something else. Something new.
Or maybe it’s not new. Maybe it’s been there for a long time. Waiting.
Gritting his teeth, he leans back in the cushio
