I can’t entertain the faintest whisper of affection when it comes to Clara. That would be the worst betrayal of them all, andagainst my own flesh and blood, no less. Hey, Tolya. How’s prison? Meet my new girlfriend, Clara. You remember her, right?She’s the one who put you here.
But I also can’t explain why, when she slowly pulls her hand away from me after a long, pensive silence, I quickly grab it back.Something instinctively reacts to her pulling away, in more ways than one, and I won’t have it.
She’s mine. Whatever the f**k this is, she’s mine. She doesn’t get to pull away from me. Not without a reminder of exactlywhere she belongs.
My hand tightens around hers when she sees the sign up ahead—and nearly tries to yank away from me.
“Demy—”
I hear the panic in her voice. But I clench
