When I don’t answer, she grimaces. “I knew it. You’re f*****g lying,” she says, shaking her head at her own gullibility. “You were never going to help me. Piper never asked you to spare me, did she?”
Her upper lip curls. I’ve seen this same expression on the faces of too many men to mistake it for anything else now.
Noelle is ready to kill.
I fall asleep with Timofey’s warmth blanketing me, his heart beating against my back.
The next time I open my eyes, I’m alone.
I know immediately that he isn’t behind me. But I know he isn’t in the room, either. It’s the way animals know a storm is coming. Some mechanism deep inside of me that registers the difference in the air. The lack of him.
I roll over, arm stretched across the cold mattress. He’s been gone for a while, then. Long enough for
