“Is the Terminator actually sleepy?” I ask in amazement. “I didn’t realize you were human after all.”
He smirks. “Just barely. Don’t hold it against me.”
It’s the first time I’ve felt some semblance of calm since we were together in the biology lab at Crestmore. The first time my heart has climbed down back to something resembling normal. It’s hard to believe how little time has passed since then. Less than a full day, but it feels like centuries.
“You’re dead on your feet, sladkaya,” he says gently. “Go get some sleep.”
I chew at my lip for a moment. “I’m scared to,” I admit.
Daniil reaches out to lace his fingers through mine. “We’re safe here. I promise.”
“I thought we were safe last night at the dance. Jesus, was that really last night?”
He laughs humorlessly. “Welcome to the Br
