I ignore my empty glass and just drink straight from the bottle. The bitteralcohol is starting to take the edge off, but it’s too little, too late. Still, I needall the help I can get to drown Bee out.
She walks to the door but stops at the threshold to look back at me over hershoulder. “You lost Elena, Dmitri,” she says softly. “There’s no reason youshould lose Wren, too.”
As it turns out, that second apartment comes in handy.
When I asked Dmitri for space, I didn’t anticipate how much space I wouldactually need. This revelation doubled that need, tripled it, raised it to thepower of a billion.
Not that any amount of space can make me forget that he’s the reason mysister’s gone.
Walking into my newly furnished living room, I find Aleksandr lounging onthe sofa. He’s got his
