Andrei & Natalia
“I’m sorry for how I behaved the other night,” Lilith said quietly as we danced. Her eyes were downcast, her fingers gently gripping my shoulder. “I shouldn’t have thrown that water in your face.”
I stared down at her, surprised by the apology. It wasn’t like Lilith to admit when she was wrong. She usually just pretended nothing had happened, or worse, blamed me for her outbursts.
“It’s fine,” I said, even though it really wasn’t. “But you can’t keep doing things like that, Lilith.”
Her lower lip trembled, and, just on cue, tears began to well up in her eyes. One spilled over, trailing down her cheek. “I know. I just… sometimes I get so scared.”
“Scared?” I frowned. “Of what?”
“Of losing everything again.” Her voice cracked. “Of being taken, tortured, left to die. Of
