I don’t realize how thirsty I am until the water hits my tongue. I drink until the glass is gone. When Andrey offers to get me more, I cling to his shirt, silently begging him to stay. “How long have I been out?”
“Three days.” His lips brush against my temple. “Do you remember what happened?”
I look down at my hands. My skin is chalky. God only knows how bad the rest of me looks. “Yeah. I remember everything.”
I’ve never heard Andrey so broken. That, more than anything, wakes me up. “You had nothing to do with it.”
“Viktor is my brother. I should have seen this coming.” I flinch at the mention of Viktor’s name, and Andrey rests a calming hand on my knee. “He’s far away now, Natalia. He won’t be able to hurt you anymore.”
The silence that falls between us is heavy, drenched with the me
