Andrei’s POV
I waited until we were alone to tell Natalia and Grace everything. We made our way to what remained of the study; one wall was blown out, covered now by a tarp that did nothing to keep the cold air from seeping in, even with a fire blazing in the fireplace.
This room had once been my sanctuary, and now it was a mess of scattered books, overturned furniture, and papers. But I hardly cared about that anymore. Not after what I had seen in Bloodmoon. Things could be rebuilt, but people? I’d seen too much c*****e in that battle to care about furniture and books anymore.
We righted the desk and some chairs, and sat down. Grace leaned forward expectantly on her chair, and Natalia stared at me with shock and confusion.
My throat bobbed. I didn’t want to do this. Didn’t want to se
